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Hing's ©all, Compton 

1959 



K ING'S HALL, CO M P T O N 



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June 1959 



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Honorary Editor 
Miss Gillard 

Editor 
Wendv Whitehead 



Literary Editor 
Jamey Troop 



Art Editor 
dale Davis 



Advertising Editor 
Dianne Horaig 



Photograph! - Editoi 
Joan Wrighl 



School YEAR EDITOR 
Penelope Throsby 



Sports Editors 
Judy Hingston 
•I.-inei Taylor 



Form Represent stives 
Matric: Nancy ( tlass 



VI A: ( lharlotte Stevens 
V A: Diane Bienell 



VI B: .lane MacDougald 
V B, [V A, [V B: Catherine Wootton 



Staff Adviser? 



Miss MacLennan 
Miss Limb 



Miss Morris 
Miss Dexter 



KING'S HALL, CO M PT X 



Ctitortal 



Why do wo many young people think thai educa- 
tion is unimportant or too difficult for them? The 
word suggests the development of character and 
mental powers. At the school level it is not ex- 
clusively training in scholarship; it is even more the 
development of the whole personality. It is true that 
we get a basic grounding in the main subjects such 
as history, mathematics, English, and at least one 
foreign language, but I should like to think now 
about some of the other things we also learn. 

We learn to adapt ourselves to other people. We 
soon realize that a friendly relationship with them 
is more important and brings more genuine hap- 
piness than the indulgence of every selfish whim. 
Another thing we learn through education is the 
fact that good manners are very important. Here 
at boarding school, through living under the same 
roof with many other girls and also through some 
direct reminders by the Staff we finally develop 
good manners. We learn that we can have con- 
sideration for those in authority and still respect 
ourselves. We must conform to the standards of 
behaviour that are set. As we grow older, it is 
necessary for us to find our own place, to be satis- 
fied there, and always to do our work, just as in 
soccer not everyone can be captain or play the 
position of centre forward, but some must be 
content to fill the less exciting positions. Here at 
King's Hall we grow up quickly and learn to face 
things that are ahead of us. Every day there are 
hound to be a few disappointments and things are 
not always going to be the way we wish. It is true 
strength of character to "walk through a storm" 
and keep one's chin up. 

Another thing we learn at school is a good sense 
of values. How many times has Miss Gillard told 
us that it is the small things in life that count and 
not the costly ones that we might have imagined 
more valuable because they glisten with jewels. 
For example we might think that an expensive 



present chosen from the counter of a down town 
store would please Mother most of all, bul what 
will really please her best will lie the article we 
have taken time to sit down and knit or sew for her. 
Now the Matrics of 1959 leave King's Hall with 
fondest memories. We have profited greatly from 
our education here and we ought to go out as 
worthwhile citizens with a true sense of values. We 
must not lower out standards, hut as individuals 
try to keep them high. 

Nothing could express my feelings better than 
( ieneral MacArthur's "Prayer For My Son," which 
Miss Gillard has often read to us on Saturday 
mornings: 

"Build me a son, <) Lord, who will be strong 
enough to know when he is weak and brave enough 
to face himself when he is afraid— one who will be 
proud and unbending in honest defeat, but humble 
and gentle in victory. 

"Build me a son whose wishes will not replace 
bis actions, a son who w ill know Thee. 

"Send him, I pray, not in the path of ease and 
comfort, but in the stress and spur of difficulties 
and challenge. Here let him learn to stand up in 
the storm; here let him learn compassion for those 
who fail. Build me a son whose heart will be clear, 
whose goal will be high- a son who will master 
himself before he seeks to master others. 

"One who will learn to laugh, yet never forget 
how to weep; one who will reach into the future, 
yet never forget the past. 

"And after all of these things are his this I 
pray — enough sense of humour that he may 
always be serious, yet never take himself seriously. 

"Give him humility so that he may always 
remember the simplicity of true greatness, the open 
mind of true wisdom, the meekness of true strength. 

"Then I, his father, will dare to whisper, 'I have 
not lived in vain.'" 



We wish to express out thanks to the four Staff advisers without whose help the Magazine could not 
have been published, to Mrs. Welter for assistance in typing and also to the many girls who typed articles, 
and collected or arranged for advertisements. When you read the contributions from every Form in 
the school I hope you will feel that this year's Per Annos has been a success. 



KING'S HALL, COMPTON 




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King's Hall, 
1st May, 1959. 
Dear Girls: 

I have just been reading an informal talk entitled, "Rough Notes of a Lesson." 
It has given me food for thought and I have decided to use it as the theme of this 
letter to you all. 

What a joy it is to be able to write on a School Report or in a Letter of Recommenda- 
tion for College or for a Post, "So and So has a real intellectual curiosity and interest !" 
Unfortunately I all too rarely have that pleasure. Most of you study because you are 
made to, or to pass examinations, and not from any love of knowledge for its own sake. 

Lessons are not mere lessons; they are "the potentiality of growing rich in wisdom 
and in goodness beyond our highest dreams." 

I am going to take some of the chief subjects you learn and show the higher 
things you should or could gain from doing them. 

You study Mathematics and Science to give you power over your minds, to teach 
you to follow a chain of reasoning, to keep up continuous attention and not to jump 
to conclusions. The love of Truth, the disciplined minds, the dedicated lives of the 
mathematicians and scientists, have made our own age unique in the history of 
Mankind. 

The study of Languages, quite apart from the advantage of being able to read and 
speak them, enlarges your mind. It makes you know your own language better, for 
translation gives you a choice of words and trains you to appreciate delicate shades of 
meaning. (Barbarous tribes have a very small vocabulary and it seems to me that we 
are fast reverting to the savage state. Everything is nice or divine, or terrific or 
revolting!) 

History should not be just bare facts. It illustrates and explains politics of our 
own time, and teaches sympathy and large-mindedness and the power of admiring 
virtues different from ours. History and Geography should keep us from being 
"provincial." 

Poetry helps to make us imaginative and we must have imagination if we are to 
be tactful and sympathetic. The poetry you learn by heart will take on a fuller meaning 
as you grow older, although it may have seemed dull when you memorized it. 

If you simply learn your lessons by rote and do nothing to develop your thinking 
powers, your education will soon drop off you when you leave school. So try to think 
for yourselves, ask questions, read the newspapers intelligently. Do not do just enough 
to slip by from day to day. Try to develop a real intellectual interest in at least a 
few branches of study. Make full use of your talents whether you be a ten-talent 
person or a one-talent person. 

Lastly, I hope that while you are at school you will not have only lesson-book 
interests, but will learn to enjoy good books — books that have stood the test of time. 
Through books you will be able to live with the greatest minds of the ages. They will 
"give you advice when you seek it, never be impatient of your dulness, refresh you 
when you are weary, sing with you when you are glad, stimulate you when your 
energies flag." 

Now a word to the Seniors. Many of you are planning to go on to College. In 
my mind I have divided you into three groups. In the first group are those — a few 
only — who are going out of real intellectual interest. In the second group are those who 
are going from a practical point of view, because they feel that a College education 
will help them to get a better position later. Both of these objects are worthy ones. 
Then there is the third group made up of those who are attracted largely by the 
social activities and the social prestige which a College provides. These are the girls 
who are in danger of putting pleasure and self-gratification first — of making them the 
main object in life, to which all other ideals are sacrificed. If you put pleasure first it 
leads to a gradual lowering of your standards. We all wish for happiness, but pleasure 
and happiness are two different things. Pleasure is an external thing — it comes from 
the outside. Happiness comes from within. It conies from the satisfaction of work 
well and truly done, of thoughtfulness for others, of forgetfulness of self, of respect for 
other people as persons, of an appreciation of the beautiful in Nature, in Music, in 
Art, in Literature. Tn short, true happiness comes from the satisfaction of a life fully 
and worthily lived. 

Yours affectionately. 



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Lorna Murray— " Murph" Montcalm 

Rimouski, Quebec 1954-5(1 

"A little nonsense now and then is relished by the wisest men." 
Head Girl; Form Captain VIA; Choir; Literature Club; Dramatics; 

Glee Club: Current Events; Junior Red Cross; Public Speaking VIA; 

Chairman of Art Jury. 
Teams:— Basketball-School; Soccer-School: Volleyball-School; Tennis. 

Favourite Expression: — "Fa bulous!" 

Favourite Pastime : — Reminiscing. 
Theme Song: — "Go Ridley Tiger." 

$eab (girl's Jflegfiage 

( >n first realizing that I had to write to you all, I wondered how I could possibly do it! However, now 
that the year is nearly over there are several things I should like to mention. 

First of all, F should like you to know how very much I have enjoyed being your Head Girl. At 
times things were disheartening, and admittedly I felt rather discouraged, but such occasions were so few 
that I need not mention (hem here. This year has indeed been happy and each one of you has contributed 
towards making it so. 

Sometimes you probably thought thai 1 was being unreasonable or was "picking" on you, but 
when I found you doing your reducing exercises on the floor after lights, much to your room-mate's 
amusement, or paying your respects next door at eleven p.m. how could I help being "crabby?" 

I know that every year someone says, "The school spirit has been wonderful!" And here 1 am, about to 
say the same thing. Hut I do mean it sincerely, because the enthusiasm has been outstanding. A friendly 
atmosphere and a perseverance I hrough difficult I imes have been two of the chief factors inthis year's success. 

To next year's Head Girl and Prefects I want to wish the very best of luck! You may be sure 

that I shall think of you often. I know I speak for all the Prefects when I say, "It's been a, pleasure and 

a privilege to w ork with you." 

God bless you, 

Lorna 

Someone else who has been with the School the 
same length of lime is George Groundwater. Our 
thanks to him for his many years of service. Old 
Girls will remember George's footsteps in the quiet 
hours as the night watchman made his rounds. 
The present girls actually see George as he paints, 
mends and skilfully deals with the many problems 
of keeping King's Hall in one piece. Thank you 
( Jeorge! 



On behalf ol the School I would like to extend 
sincere thanks and appreciation to Miss Keyzer 
who has devoted thirty years to King's Hall. 
Never has anyone contributed so much to the 
School. It's impossible to express in words how 
important Miss Keyzer is to us all. Without her 
we'd stagger down to breakfast hair uncombed, 
shoe laces undone and tie non-exislanl ! How would 
we ever get out tooth-paste, sham poo, notepaper and 
MAIL! Needless to say we'd be lost without her. 



KING'S HALL, Co MPT ON 



Prefects! 



Shirley Morris— "Shirl" Mai 

Cornwall, Ontario ] 

"He who asks a question is a fool for five minute; 
He who never asks a question remains a fool forever." 
Head of Macdonald; Literature Club; Dramatics; Glee Clul 
Events; Junior Red Cross; Sports Captain VB-VIA. 
Teams:— Basketball-School; Soccer-School; Volleyball-School. 
Ambition: — To go into scientific research. 
Probable Destination: — Being shot to the moon. 
Pet Aversion:— People who tell me 1 have a "different" laugh. 



•donald 

1)54-5!) 



Current 



•donald 
1955-59 



Play 



Joslyn Carter — "Lyn" Ah 

Montreal, Quebec 

"Her voice was ever soft, gentle, and low 
— an excellent thing in woman." 
Prefect mi Macdonald; Library Committee; Literature Club 
Producer VIA; Dramatics; Glee Club; Current Events; Junior Red Cross; 
Public Speaking VIA; Bell ringer MA. 

Teams: — Basketball-House; Soccer-School; Volleyball-School. 
Favourite Expression: — "Laugh? I thought I'd die." 
Pet Aversion: — Zooming down the slopes at Hillcrest. 
Theme Song: — "Button up your overcoat." 

Dixi Lambert — "Lam" Montcalm 

Montreal, Quebec 1955-59 

"A laugh as contagious as a yawn." 

Head of Montcalm; Library Committee; Choir; Literature Club; Dra- 
matics; Play Producer VIA; Glee Club; Current Events; Junior Red 
Cross; Public Speaking VIA. 

Teams: — Basket ball-House; Soccer-School; Volleyball-School. 

Favourite Pastime: — Trying to keep a serious face. 

Pet Aversion: — Her goldfish. 

Theme Song: — "Next week is work week." 



Daphne 
Toronto 



"Dune" 



Rideau 

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Head 



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Volleyball-School. 



DrjNCANSON 

Ontario 

"All the world is mad 
But me and thee (ami thee a little bit.)" 

Rideau; Form Captain VIA; Library 
Dramatics; Literature Club; Glee Club; Current 
Cross; Public Speaking VIA. 

Teams: — Basketball-School; Soccer-School 

Favourite Expression: — "Panic." 

Ambition: — To see the world. 

Probable Destination: — Joining the navy. 



Judith Bicnell — "Judy" Rideau 

Quebec, Quebec 1953-59 

"Behind that innocent face lies a mischievous smile." 
Prefect on Rideau; Crucifer; Form Captain IVA, VIB; Library Committee; 

Choir; Literature Club; Dramatics; Glee Club; Current Events: Junior 

Red Cross. 
Teams: — Basketball-House ; Soccer-School ; Volleyball-School. 
Favourite Expression: — "Who? Me?" 
Ambition: — To be a teacher. 
Pet Aversion: — Snakes, daddy-long-legs and his clan. 



Judy Hingston — "Judes" Macdonald 

Westmount, Quebec 1955-59 

"Time's valuable so why waste it working." 

School Sports Captain; Form Captain VA; Library Committee; Literature 
Club; Dramatics; Glee Club; Current Events; Junior Red Cross; Public 
Speaking VIA. 

Teams: —Basketball-House; Scooer-School: Volleyball-School. 

Favourite Expression: — "Snappy!" 

Ambition: — To be a second Einstein. 

Probable Destination: — Being (lie first Hingstein. 




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Janet Taylor .gdeau 

Lennoxville, Quebec (j 1(, 5b-59 

"Friends, Romans, Countrymen— lend me your — ." 
School Sports Captain: Library Committee; Literature Club; Glee Club; 

Current Events; Junior Red Cross; Sports Captain VIA. 
Teams:— Basket ball-House ; Soccer-School ; Volleyball-Form. 
Ambition: — To fly a plane. 

Probable Destination:— Her head in the clouds— figuratively. 
Favouri I e Expression : — "Weaslc !" 



Kate Reed— "Katers" Montcalm 

Montreal, Quebec 1955-59 

"A little snoozing now and then without the thought of book or pen." 
Residence Captain; Library Committee; Literature Club; Dramatics; 

Glee Club; Public Speaking VIA; Current Events; Junior Red Cross. 
Teams: -Basket ball- House; Soccer-School: Volleyball-School. 
Ambition:— Paris for an education. 
Probable Destination: — Paris! -Education ? 
Pet Aversion:— People who go through a revolving door on her push. 



Beverley Shannon — "Bev" Macdonald 

Westmount, Quebec 1956-59 

"Love makes the world go round." 
Residence Captain; Library Committee: Literature Club; Dramatics; 

(dee Club; Current Events; Junior Red Cross, Secretary-Treasurer; 

Sports Captain VIA. 
Teams: — Basketball-School : Soccer-School ; Volleyball-School. 
Favourite Expression:— "Seriously- what am I going to do?" 
Pet Aversion: — (iirls who streak' their hair. 
Theme Song:— "Problems." 



Jform Captains! 



Elizabeth Price — "Liz" 
Como, Quebec 

"Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt." 
Form Captain VB-Matric; Choir: Literature Club; Dramatics; (dee 
Current Events; Junior Red Cross; Sports Captain VB. 
Teams:— Basketball-House; Soccer-School; Volleyball-School . 
Ambition: - Dog handler. 

Probable Destination: -Having the dogs handle her. 
Theme Song: — "I guess things happen that way." 



Rideau 
1953-59 

Club; 



Montcalm 
1954-59 



Ann Taylor "Tay" 
Toronto, ( )ntario 

"Why should the devil have all the tun?" 

Form Captain Matric; Library Committee; Literature Club; Dramatics- 
UeeUub;( urrenl Events ; Junior Red Cross, President; Sports Captain 

Teams: Basketball-School; Soccer-School; Volleyball-School; Badminton 

Ambition: ]<> get her M.R.S. 

Probable Destination: Professional baby-sitter. 

Prototype: Andy Pandy. 



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Rideau 
1952-59 



Elaine Aidet 
Sherbrooke, Quebec 

"I was born this way. What's your excuse?" 

XW n r VB ' l V £ ; L i braJ 7 Committee; Literature Club; Dramatics- 
Glee Club; Current^ Events; Junior Red Cross; Public Speaking VIA ' 
Teams:; -Basketball-House; Soccer-House; Volleyball-House 
I'avounte Expression:— "There goes another faithful failure " 
Ambition: — Bachelor of Science in Nursing. 
Probable Destination; -Nursing bachelors. 



KING'S HALL, COMPTON 



Rosemary Christensen — "Rosie" R it lean 

Montreal, Quebec 1954-59 

"Genius is the ability to avoid work." 

Library Committee; Literature Club; Dramatics; Glee Club; Currcnl 

Events; Junior Red Cross; Public Speaking VIA. 

Teams: — Basketball-House ; Soccer-School ; Volleyball-Schoi >l . 

Ambition: — To be a lady of leisure. 

Probable Destination: — Dying of boredom. 

Pet Aversion: — People who tell me I'm slow. 



Joan Cordeau Rideau 

Westmount, Quebec L954-59 

"I agree with no man's opinion; 1 have some of my own." 
Library Committee; Literature Club; Dramatics; Glee Club: Current 

Events; Junior Red Cross; Public Speaking VIA. 
Teams: — Basketball-House; Soccer-House; Volleyball-] louse. 
Favourite Expression: — "Well whipidoo." 
Theme Song: — "Thumbelina." 



Gale Davis Montcalm 

Knowlton, Quebec 1955-59 

"La punctuality est la politesse des rois." 
Library Committee; Literature Club; Dramatics: Magazine Committee; 

Glee Club; Current Events; Junior Red Cross; Public Speaking VIA. 
Teams: — Basketball-House; Soccer-House; Volleyball-House. 
Ambition: — To be a second Picasso. 

Pet Aversion: — People who say I'm gone with the wind. 
Theme Song: — "Wild is the wind." 



Helen Gibb-Carsley — "Hels" Rideau 

Como, Quebec It 157-5!) 

"Hurrying is so ungraceful; avoid it." 
Library Committee; Literature Club; Glee Club; Current Events; Junior 

Red Cross. 
Teams: — Basketball-School ; Soccei--Hou.se; Volleyball-House. 
Favourite Expression: — "I couldn't be late — you must be early." 
Favourite Pastime: — Drawing intricate designs for a three seater Sputnick 

to "the hill" and back. 



Nancy Glass — "Og" Macdonald 

Lennoxville, Quebec 1955-59 

"It's better to be silent and be thought a fool, 
than to speak and remove all doubt." 
Form Captain VIA; Choir; Literature Club; Dramatics; Magazine 
Committee; Glee Club; Current Events; Junior Red Cross; Public Speaking 

VIA. 
Teams: — Basketball-House; Soccer-School; Volleyball-School. 
Prototype' : — Mae West . 
Theme Song: — "Looking Back." 
Favourite Expression: — "There is method in my madness." 



Susan Hanson — "Sue" Macdonald 

Lennoxville, Quebec 1956-59 

"My mind's made up! Don't confuse me with Tacts." 
Library Committee; Choir; Literature Club; Dramatics: Glee Club: 

Current Events; Junior Red Cross. 
Teams: — Basketball-House; Soccer-School ; Volleyball-School ; Badminton. 
Ambition: — To be a doctor. 
Probable Destination: — A Ubangi witch-doctor. 
Favourite Expression:— "Oh bugs!" 




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Montcalm 
1956-50 



Glee Club; 



Susan Haeshav — "Sue' 
Westmount, Quebec 

"The most completely lost ol all days m 
is that on which one has not laughed. 
ribrarv Committee; Choir; Literature Club; Dramatics; 
'"Current Events; Junior Red Cross ^ffigffig^ 
Teams— Basketball-House; Soccer-House, Volleyball House. 
Pet Aversion:— Loose-leafs that just walk away. m 
Favourite Expression:— "Je ne sais pas what to do. 



.... Montcalm 

Diannb Hoknig— Di 1955-59 

Bolton Centre, Quebec ,, 

"Eat drink, and be merry lor tomorrow we eat, drink and be merry. 
Library Committee; Choir; Literature Club; Dramatics; Magazine 

Committee? Idee Club; Current Events; Junior Red Cross; Sports 

Team^-BLteS-House;Soccer-Sehool;VolleybaU-School. 

Ambition: -To be a psychiatrist. 

Probable Destination;— To be psychoanalysed. 

Pet Aversion:— The other girl. 



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1954-5(1 

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Li C1NDA Lyman— "Cindy" 
Westmount, Quebec 

"Gentlemen prefer blondes. 

Library Committee; Literature Club; Dramatics; Gl( 

Events; Junior Red Cross; Public Speaking \ LA. 
Teams:— Basketball-House; Soccer-House: \ olleyball-HoUE 
Favourite Pastime:— Using H2-02- 
Ambition:— To weigh 105 lbs. 
Pet Aversion: — Unanswered phone calls. 



Barbara Murray "Barb" Montcalm 

Lennoxville, Quebec 1956-59 

"Why lake life seriously? You'll never get out of it alive." 
Library Committee; Literature Club: (dee Club; Current Events; Junior 

Red Cross; Public Speaking VIA. 
Teams:- Basketball-House; Soccer-House; Volleyball-House; Badminton. 
Favourite Expression: — "1 can'l stand it!" 
Ambition: —Archaeologist . 
Probable Destination: — Being buried alive. 



NiFHH Parsons "Jen" Montcalm 

le Compton, Rhode Island, U.S.A. 1953-59 

"( !el thee behind me Satan." 
aiy Committee; Literature Club; Dramatics; (dee Club; Current 
vents: Junior Red Cross; Form Captain IVA; Sports Captain VB; 
ublic Speaking VIA; Magazine Representative IVA. 
ms: Basketball-House; Soccer-School; Volleyball-House. 
ourite Expression: — "Tell me how much fun we're having." 
Aversion: — People who ask which metropolis is smaller Compton or 
,il I le ( Jompton. 



Hi I'll Pevbblby 

St. Andrews East, Quebec 

"A merry heart doeth good like medicine." 

Form Captain VA, VIB; Head of Library Committee; Choir 

Club; Dramatics; Producer of Maine Entertainment; 

Committee VB-VIB; Glee Club; Curerenl Events; Junior 

Public Speaking VTA; Sports Captain VB. 
Teams: Basket ball-House; Soccer-School; Volleyball-School. 
Ambition: -To own a motor scooter. 
Probable Destination:— Miss Tricycle 1960. 
Theme Song: "Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered." 



Montcalm 
1954-59 



Literature 

Magazine 

Red Cross; 



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Bonnie Penhalb — "Bonsch" 
Thetford Mines, Quebec 

"Character is what we are; reputation is what people think we 
Library Committee; Literature Club; Dramatics; Glee Club; 

Events; Junior Red Cross. 
Teams: — Basketball-School; Soccer-School ; Volleyball-School. 



Rideau 

1955-50 

are." 

Current 



"What do we have 



Favourite Expression: 

Prototype : — Alvin. 

Pet Aversion: — People who think my 



name is 



Bonstancc 



Penelope Thkospy — "Penny" Rideau 

South Lancaster, Ontario 1955-59 

"There are two sides to every argument — my side and the wrong side." 
Choir; Literature Club; Dramatics; Magazine Committee; Glee Club; 

Current Events; Junior Red Cross; Public Speaking VIA; Sports Captain 

VIA. 
Teams : — Basketball-House ; Soccer-School ; Volleyball-School. 
Favourite Expression: — "There must be 99 ways." 
Favourite Pastime : — Daydreaming. 
Theme Song: — "Maybe Tormorrow." 



Prudence Troop — "Jamey" Macdonald 

Toronto, Ontario 1956-59 

"A fool is a man who is intelligent at the wrong time." 
Head of Library Committee; Choir; Literature Club; Dramatics; Glee 

Club; Magazine Committee; Current Events; Junior Red Cross; Public 

Speaking VIA. 
Ambition: — To act on the stage. 
Probable Destination: — Getting over that stage. 
Theme Song: — "Mademoiselle de Paris." 



"Wen" 



Montcalm 

1953-59 



Wendy Whitehead 
Montreal, Quebec 

"Some are born great, some achieve greatness, 
some have greatness thrust upon them." — I'm still waiting!" 
Form Captain VB; Library Committee; Literature Club; Dramatics; 

Glee Club; Editor Per Annos; Current Events; Junior Red Cross; Public 

Speaking VIA. 
Teams: — Basketball-House; Soccer-School; Volleyball-School ; Badminton. 
Prototype: — Peter Rabbit. 
Ambition : — Private Secretary. 
Pet Aversion: — Bells!! 



ae don aid 
1956-59 

Current 
ing VIA. 



Joan Wright — "Wrong" M 

Westmount, Quebec 

"Sure I know what's going on. I just don't understand it. 
Library Committee; Literature Club; Dramatics; Glee Club; 
Events; Magazine Committee; Junior Red Cross; Public Speak 
Teams: — Basketball-School ; Soccer-House ; Volleyball-House. 
Ambition: — To be a nurse. 
Probable Destination: — Nursing home. 
Pet Aversion: — People who tell me I'm off tune. 



Pamela Wright — "Pam" Rideau 

Saint John, New Brunswick 1956-59 

"What can you expect when a day begins with 

getting up in the morning." 

Library Committee; Choir; Literature Club; Glee Club; Current Events; 

Junior Red Cross. 
Teams: — Volleyball-Form. 
Prototype : — Chipmunk. 

Favourite Pastime: — Chocolate-choeolate-choeolate. 
Pet Aversion: — People who call my favourite perfume "cucumbers." 




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g>cf)ool Calendar 



1958 



School opened for the Christmas Term kept. 

Appointment of the Prefects Se P ! - 12 

Matric Entertainment 0ct - 4 

Thanksgiving Week-end 0ct - ' ] ~ 14 

Soccer Match— S.H.S. vs. K.H.C. at K.H.C 0ct - r 

Illustrated Talk on Diocese of the Arctic ■ • 0ct - 19 

Soccer Match— B.C.S. vs. K.H.C. at K.H.C Oct. 22 

Soccer .Match- K.H.C. vs. S.H.S. at Sherbrooke ■ ■ ■ Oct. 23 

National Ballet in Sherbrooke Nov - ] 

Soccer Match— B.C.S. vs. K.H.C. at K.H.C Nov. 4 

Hallowe'en Supper -^ ov - ' 

Tea Dance at B.C.S ■ ■ Nov. 15 

H.M.S. Pinafore Nov. 21 

Mrs. Carrington's visit and speech Nov. 22 

Volleyball Match— B.C.S. vs. K.H.C. at K.H.C Nov. 26 

Ann Taylor's report on Red Cross Meeting Nov. 30 

Miss Gillard's Birthday Dec 4 

Early morning carols by Choir Dec. (> 

Nativity Play, Carol Service, Christmas Party Dec. 7 

School Closed for Christmas Vacation Dec. 1 1 

1959 

School re-opened for Easter Term Jan. 7 

Piano Concert by Mr. Rouhakine Jan. 14 

Choir sang at St. George's Anglican Church, Lennoxville Feb. 1 

Illustrated Talk on Gibb-MacFarlane Tour Feb. 14 

Performance by Shivaram, accompanied by Miss Lightfoot Feb. 21 

"Doll's House"— VI A . . . .Feb. 22 

"Saint Joan"— B.C.S Feb. 27 

Concert by Miss Blaikie and Mr. Morgan Feb. 28 

"Riders to the Sea"— VI A .... Mar. 1 

Annual School Dance Mar. (> 

"Diary of Anne Frank" at U.B.C Mar. 7 

Bishop's University Glee Club Mar. 1 1 

School closed for Easter Vacation Mar. 18 

School re-opened for Summer Term Apr. 2 

Red Cross Supper Apr. 5 

"Riders to the Sea" at Youth Festival Apr. 1 1 

Illustrated talk on India by Dr. C. Jackson Apr 1 2 

Illustrated Talk on Wild Life at Night by Howard Cleaves Apr. 17 

Piano Recital by Miss Anna Macdonald Apr 19 

Sugaring-off Party at Mr. and Mrs. Johann's Apr. 20 

Confirmation Mav 9 

"New School of Wives" — VI B jy[ ay 1() 

The Long Week-end May ],;_ 18 

School Closing j uno 4 5 



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BISHOP MARSH 

It is only in the last decade that the North has 
been thought of as part of Canada, instead of just a 
barren waste attached to the North American 
Continent. Now we realize the wealth of the 
deposits of minerals there and we recognize its 
importance as a defence base. Hence more white 
people and Eskimos are beginning to live and work 
together in modern communities. This is largely 
due to the efforts of such people as Bishop Bompas, 
Bishop Fleming, Bishop Stringer, and, of course, 
Bishop Marsh. 

On November Kith Bishop Marsh paid us a 
visit and by means of his detailed slides took us 
on a tour of this wonderful North-Country. We 
saw such scenes as the new school in Aklavik, the 
towering grandeur of the banks of the MacKenzie 
against the blue sky, and the Eskimo catechist 
taking a service in the absence of an ordained min- 
ister. Bishop Marsh's diocese stretches a thousand 
miles from west to east and fifteen hundred miles 
from north to south. He is continually travelling — 
by dog-sled, ship, plane and even snow-mobile. 
Bishop Marsh told us stories of the Eskimos' com- 
plete trust in white people. If this trust, however, 
is broken it takes a long time to restore the faith 
of these child-like people. 

Bishop Marsh's visit will he long remembered 
here at King's Hall, and we are looking forward to 
keeping our "date" with him in the Arctic in a 
few years time. 

Charlotte Stevens, VI A. 



MRS. CARRINGTON'S VISIT 

As always when an occasion arises to change the 
routine, we look forward to it; hid when we are told 
that Mrs. Carrington is going to pay us a visit, we 
look forward to it with special enthusiasm because 
we know from experience how delightfully in- 
teresting her talks always are. 

This year, Mrs. Carrington told us about the trip 
that she and the Archbishop took to England. 
Archbishop Carrington went to attend the Lambeth 
Conference being held in London, and Mrs. 
Carrington, like so many other wives, accompanied 
her husband. There were representatives at the 
conference from all corners of the globe, and we 
could picture the colourful and beautiful costumes 
as Mrs. Carrington vividly described them. While 
the men worked, the wives were not lacking en- 
tertainment for the Queen had a garden party in 
their honour. There were the famous London shops 
to visit, and the renowned places to see. 

When asked for details of the conference itself, 
Mrs. Carrington told us that such topics as Church 
union, the Church's part in to-day's world situa- 
tion, and the Church in India and Japan, were 
discussed. 

As usual after a talk, we were allowed to ask 
questions. There is no need, I am sure, to say how 
much we enjoyed and appreciated the talk as our 
interest was shown in the number and variety of 
questions asked. 

Judy House VI A. 



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MR. HOWARD CLEAVES' 
"ANIMALS AND BIRDS AT NIGHT" 

On Friday, April 8, we were very fortunate in 
having Mr. Howard Cleaves, the well-known 
photographer of wild-life visit us. After demon- 
strating some of his unusual photographic equip- 
ment, and explaining his technique for taking 
motion pictures in the night, he showed us his 
fascinating and colourful him of wild animals. 
Among the pictures were some excellent shots of 
the fox, skunk, deer, rabbit, various waterfowl, and 
other wild animals. These interesting pictures, as 
well as Mr. Cleaves' unique sense of humour and 
very good narrative powers, made the evening a 
most enjoyable one for all. 

Mart Molson, VI B. 



CONCERT BY McGILL STUDENTS 

On Saturday, February 28, we were entertained 
by two students from the McGill Conservatory of 
Music, Mr. George Morgan, tenor, and Miss Mary 
Blaikie, pianist. Miss Blaikie played selections from 
Domenico Scarlatti, Beethoven, Schumann, and 
Bartok. Besides, she accompanied Mr. Morgan 
when he sang a medley of folk songs and numbers 
by Henry Purcell, Shubert, and Ravel. Throughout 
the concert Mr. Morgan gave explanations which 
helped us to appreciate the music more thoroughly. 
The concert ended with an effective version of 
"Old Mother Hubbard," sung by Mr. Morgan. The 
performance was enjoyed by everyone and we hope 
that McGill Conservatory students will again give 
us the pleasure of another concert. 

Cherry Bower, VI A. 



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DR. JACKSON'S ILLUSTRATED LECTURE 

One day thirty-six years ago a teacher named 
Constance Jackson went into the district of Kongra 
in India. She found, however, when she visited the 
people that the sick were brought to her to receive 
medical attention. She realized then that she must 
have some knowledge of the diseases of India to help 
the pooi' in the way she had intended. Miss Jackson 
then went to the Ludhiana Medical College and 
received her degree. 

Dr. Jackson paid us a visit on April 12th, and 
with the aid of slides, told us about her life and 
work in India. She said there are now seven clinics 
in the villages of the Kongra district and that in 
1957 forty thousand patients came to receive 
medical aid. As one can see from these figures, 
Dr. Jackson's efforts have indeed been recognized. 

Unlike the situation in China and Japan, very 
few people in any one year are converted to 
Christianity in India. At the age of twenty-one an 
Indian may choose his religion; however, if he 
becomes a Christian he may never again live in his 
father's house. 

Dr. Jackson impressed upon us the need for 
teachers, nurses, and doctors in that country, and 
hoped that some of us would one day go out and 
help these people of India. 

Charlotte Stkvkns. VI A. 

THE BALLET 

On the first of November a bus-load of girls 
left King's Hall to sec The National Ballet of 
Canada at the Granada Theatre in Sherbrooke. 
They returned full of admiration for the dancers 
and their performance. 

The matinee began with "Les Rendez-vous," a 
Ballet Divertissement in which the ballerinas 
appeared in lovely white dresses with red trimmings 
contrasting with the blue pants and white shirts 
of the men. "Lilac Garden" followed with the 
well-known Lois Smith as the bride-to-be, David 
Adams as her lover, and Donald Mahler as the 
man she must marry. In this touching and charming 
story the dancers communicated their emotions 
with such grace and feelings that one could not 
help pitying them in their sad plight. After "Lilac 
Garden" we were very well entertained by the 
amusing Act 4 of "The Nutcracker Suite." I know 
that all the girls were sorry when the matinee 
ended, but they are looking forward to seeing the 
Ballet again next year. 

Janet Beattie, VI A. 



SHIVARAM 

Everyone was greatly anticipating the unusual 
event of having Shivaram, a Hindu temple dancer, 
perform for us, as he was certainly the first Hindu 
dancer to come to King's Hall. As we went into the 
Prep Hall on that night in February, we were at 
once swept into the strange hushed silence and 
dimmed lighting of an Oriental atmosphere. The 
performance began with an introduction from the 
dancer's interpreter and narrator, Miss Lightfoot. 
Though a native Australian, she wore a softly- 
coloured sari and sandals. She explained how she 
had first become interested in the Indian dance, 
and how Shivaram, wishing to travel and perform 
before foreign audiences, had asked her to help 
him accomplish this. 

The Hindu proved to be a small, dark, and very 
flexible young man with long black hair and large 
striking eyes. Miss Lightfoot began by explaining- 
how the Indian boys learn to dance, and what 
some of the various hand, face, and eye movements 
of the Kathikali dancing mean. The actual dances 
which were done in various most expressive 
costumes, included a kite dance, a snake-charmer's 
dance, a dance interpreting the words of a poem, a 
hermit's dance, and, as a beautiful climax, the 
dance of a peacock. All were performed to authentic 
Indian music. The audience was left speechless by 
the unique and fascinating dances. 

Jamkv Troop, Matric. 

THE DIARY OF ANNE FRANK 

Once again the Bishop's University Dramatic 
Club distinguished itself in a, top-notch per- 
formance of "The Diary of Anne Frank." This was 
attended by VI A and Matric on March seventh. 

We were introduced to the mood of the play at 
I he beginning when the Star of David and the 
swastika were revealed on a black background and 
a record of Jewish music was played. The curtain 
opened and great applause was given the excellent 
reproduction of the authentic stage set— a hide- 
away for Jews in an Amsterdam warehouse during 
World War II. The expert lighting created an even 
more realistic effect. 

Tony Vincent as Otto Frank, Susan Anglin as 
Mrs. Frank, Marie-Claude Mever as Anne and 
Antonia Mitchell as Margot gave a moving 
portrayal of the Frank family and their situation. 

In the production of this play Bishop's has 
indeed scored a triumph. 

Judy Bignell, Matric. 



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"SAINT JOAN" 

On Saturday, February 27, the Matrics and 
VI A's were fortunate enough to be able to attend 
Shaw's "Saint Joan." The play was presented by 
Bishop's College School, with the role of Joan 
being taken by Susan McCubbin of Lennoxville 
High School. The acting was vivid and extremely 
polished. An atmosphere of fifteenth century 
France was created by the unpretentious scenery, 
the very effective lighting, and the well-designed 
costumes. 

The performance was carried off very smoothly 
before an attentive and appreciative audience. 

"H.M.S. PINAFORE" 

On November 21st we went to see "H.M.S. 
Pinafore" at Bishop's University. All the girls 
wishing to attend — and that included nearly all 
of us — were packed into buses. After singing our 
way over to Bishop's, we thoroughly enjoyed a 
performance of Gilbert and Sullivan's best-known 
operetta. All the songs and choruses were suffi- 
ciently impressed on our minds to be rendered 
somewhat less tunefully at following sing-songs 
back at King's Hall. We shall remember this outing 
as one of the most enjoyable evenings of the first 
term. 

Janet Simms, VI A. 

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THE ANNUAL SCHOOL DANCE 

The "Formal" this year was held on the night 
of February 6, and I am sure that all who attended 
will agree with me that it was a dance which will 
long be remembered as a grest success. The VI A's 
can well be proud of the effect they achieved with 
their decorations. The setting chosen was a Oriental 
one, "An Inn of Many Lanterns." The Walls of 
the gym were hung with brilliantly coloured posters 
which announced the Chinese "Hit Parade." Multi- 
coloured lanterns were suspended from the ceiling, 
while even the people who served the refreshments 
were dressed in Chinese costume. 

As well as our usual guests, B.C.S. upper school, 
the Senior class from Stanstead also attended the 
dance. This year there was no dearth of partners. 

We all hope that the "Formals" of the future will 
be as enjoyable as this year's dance. 



THANKSGIVING WEEK-END 

The Thanksgiving week-end was looked forward 
to very eagerly by all because last year the holiday 
had to be postponed on account of the 'flu epidemic. 
Saturday was a beautiful "blue and gold" day with 
the sun shining on the autumn leaves. Everyone 
in the school went out for at least one of the three 
free days, thanks to the thoughtfulness of those 
parents who were able to come to Conipton. Miss 
Gillard was also very kind when it came to cancelling 
a few order-marks for this special occasion. 

Sunday was just as pleasant a day as Saturday. 
North Hatley was buzzing with Bishop's and 
Compton gatherings. There is usually a tea dance 
at Bishop's on Thanksgiving Monday, but this 
had to be postponed because a new gym was being 
built. In spite of this, however, the holiday seemed 
almost as enjoyable and successful as it has always 
been in the past. Of course we knew that the 
Bishop's tea dance would take place later. It did, 
as you will see in one of the other reports. 

Sx t san Harshaw, Matric. 

THE TEA DANCE 

On Saturday afternoon, November fifteenth, the 
annual tea dance took place. It was a little later in 
the season than usual because it had to wait until 
the new gymnasium at Bishop's College School had 
been completed. Having arrived at the school and 
having taken off our coats, we were escorted to 
the new building by the partner assigned to us. 
This system was introduced last year at the Formal 
and proved very successful. As no one had yel 
seen the interior of the building it was a thrill 
for all to enter it for the first time. 

The dance started immediately, and the time 
passed very quickly. At six o'clock the supper 
dance was announced, after which everyone 
descended to the dining room where a delicious 
supper of sandwiches, cookies and cakes, tea, 
coffee and milk was quickly devoured. 

After that we progressed upstairs where we 
were again entertained by the North Hatley band. 
Several dances, such as the Elimination Dance and 
the Multiplication Dance brightened the afternoon 
considerably. All had a good time and numerous 
sighs were heard when "Cod save the Queen" 
ended the dance. The girls regretfully said good- 
bye, bringing to a close the tea dance of 1959, a 
most successful one. 

Pat McLean, VI A. 



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MATRIC ENTERTAINMENT 

A flash of red! That was Daphne hounding across 
the stage shouting "Variety is the spice of life." 
And variety was the theme of the '59 Matric 
Entertainment. 

Following the Toast to K.H.C., the pantomimed 
"Tale of Peggy Sue" provided much amusement, 
Then the lights dimmed and to the mysterious 
music of the Orient, Jamey Troop began to dance. 
This was followed by a Russian murder mystery- 
the villains failed to murder our Miss Keyzersnof. 
To the music of the March of the Wooden 
Soldiers alternating black and red figures marched 
on the stage and proceeded to dance the 'Can Can' ! 
The failure of black stockings to hold up produced 
pink faces and much amusement. Relief showed 
plainly on certain faces as the curtains closed. 

The Matrics sang their own version of several 
popular songs; these proved very popular with the 
audience. Miss Gillard was then called to the stage 
to receive her Golden Record. The final song was 
most effective — lyrics by Matrics to the lovely 
tune You'll Never Walk Alone . 

Good luck Matrics '59! Come back soon! 

VI A Small 



HALLOWE'EN 

On November sixth, our gay and festive Hall- 
owe'en party was enjoyed by both Staff and girls. 
It began with the Hallowe'en Supper in the dining 
room, which had been decorated very cleverly and 
originally by Miss Dexter and some of the AT B's. 
Following the supper, a masquerade party was 
held in the Gym. Each Form had worked all week 
on costumes and skits; it was now time for- the 
School to see the results. The variety was amazing. 
Some were there as black cats; a group did an 
interpretation of the record "Witch Doctor" ; others 
were dressed to represent different colleges; some 
went as a pyjama party and others as Charleston 
dancers. A collection of green characters puzzled 
us until we realized that they were worms. Songs 
were sung, including that French Canadian 
favourite, "Alouette." Prizes were then given for 
the prettiest costume, the most original, and the 
funniest. The evening, full of fun and thoroughly 
enjoyed by all, came to an end with the singing of 
"Taps." 

JOSETTE COCHAND, VI B. 



CAROL SERVICE AND CHRISTMAS PARTY 

In June one rarely thinks of Christmas! Yet, 
when the eye falls on the Magazine article reporting 
the Christmas Carol Service and party, bright 
pictures flood back to the mind. We remember the 
pageant in which the Three Kings humbly knelt 
before the Christ Child, the sweetness of the little 
page's voice and our surprise when what we thought 
was a backdrop parted, revealing singing angels 
dressed in white. This pageant was put on by the 
Junior School directed by Miss Hewson. 

The French carols sung by each Form gave us 
an international feeling of kinship with all nations 
celebrating the birth of Christ, After the polished 
and beautiful anthems of the choir the school 
moved down the candle-lit passage, which was 
lined by robed choir members, and into the lounge 
to the music of an organ, a piano, and a flute, played 
respectively by Mrs. Aitken, Miss Macdonald, and 
Miss Wallace. 

The lounge had been decorated by the VI A's 
with pine boughs and with posters wishing all a 
Merry Christmas in five different languages. The 
Matrics entertained us with skits and clever 
dialogue until down the chimney came Santa him- 
self! He had presents in his bag and his helpers 
rhymes for all the Staff. As we finish by picturing 
the happy group of girls, the choir, the performers, 
the musicians, the Staff and the guests singing- 
carols around the tree our minds fade back to the 
present, It is not really so difficult to think of 
December in June when one has memories like 
these. 

Alix Palk, VI A. 

THE DOLL'S HOUSE 

On Sunday evening, February 22, four girls 
presented a condensed version of Ibsen's "The 
Doll's House." Jamey Troop was outstanding as 
Norah, and Joan Cony, Judy House, and Janet 
Beattie were very convincing as Torvald, Mrs. 
Linden, and Krogstad respectively. The play is set 
in Norway in the late nineteenth century and is an 
interesting and vivid portrayal of human relation- 
ships, and the position of women in that era, 

The scenery and costumes were very well done 
and deserve special mention. "The Doll's House" 
was begun last year, but so much time was lost 
during the flu epidemic that the production had to 
be cancelled. However, we all enjoyed it immensely 
this year, and many thanks go to the actresses and 
hehind-scenes helpers for an excellent production. 

Lyn Carter, Matric. 



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"RIDERS TO THE SEA" 

On the evening of March 1, a group of accom- 
plished actresses from VI A produced "Riders to the 

Sea," an Irish tragedy by Synge. 

This play tells the story of an old woman, a 
fisherman's widow (Alix Palk), who had lost her 
husband and five sons at sea. She tries, when the 
play opens, to persuade her last son (Dione 
Newman) not to venture out fishing. However, the 
two daughters (Cynthia Cordon and Charlotte 
Stevens) both feel that he should go. Fishing is his 
life's work. He leaves, and in a short time meets the 
fate of the others. 

The minor roles were played by Diana Stewart, 
Margot McMurrich, Heather Grant, Bonnie Ross, 
and Sherrill Xorcross. 

The acting was so good that the tragic atmo- 
sphere vital to the play was fully communicated 
to the audience. The Irish dialect was extremely 
well done and added greatly to the atmosphere. 

The scenery deserves special mention. As the 
curtain rose we found ourselves in a typical Irish 
cottage, with fishing nets strung along the 
weathered walls and a view through the half-door 
of a stormy sea with the spray flying, as great 
waves broke on a jagged coast. An old wood stove, 
a peat-loft, and some clothes hanging on pegs at 
the back gave an air of authenticity. I have never 
seen scenery so well-done or so realistic in any 
King's Hall play. The artists responsible were 
Penny Ayre, Anne Smith, and Joan Corry, under 
Miss Dexter's direction. 

Many thanks to Miss Prosser and all her cast 
for a very moving and memorable performance. 

This play received second place in the Youth 
Drama Festival at Sherbrooke on April 18, with 
Alix Palk winning the award as the best actress in 
the Festival. 

Dixi Lambert, Matric 

VARIETY SHOWS 

This year VI A arranged a Variety Show on 
January 23rd for the entertainment of the school. 
Three weeks later, the VI B class put on a similar 
performance. As each girl and staff entered the Prep 
Hall, she was required to contribute fifteen cents 
towards the Red Cross. 

Since the girls were allowed only one rehearsal 
for the jokes and the "take-offs" on television 
programmes, nobody expected a perfect production, 
but everyone really did have a good laugh, espe- 
cially the actresses. 

Gay Bell, VI B. 



MISS MACDONALD'S CONCERT 

This year we again realize. I how fortunate we are 
to have such an accomplished pianist among us as 
Miss MacdonaJd. The recital on April l!)th was 
memorable for the thoughtful interpretation and 
the well-controlled technique which Miss 
Macdonald showed in her varied programme. 

Bach opened the evening, in traditional fashion, 
with the smooth, gentle Choral Preludes "Mortify 
us by Thy Grace" and "Jesu, Joy of Man's 
Desiring"; the dignified atmosphere was then dis- 
pelled by an "Aria" by Leo- a delightful little 
piece of nonsense in which the delicate tinkle of 
the spinet was well captured. Then followed two 
brillant Scarlatti Sonatas, excellent examples of 
his music. The main work of the evening was the 
magnificent Mendelssohn "Prelude, Fugue and 
Chorale." This tremendous composition left the 
audience spellbound by the sheer beauty of the 
music. 

The second half of the programme opened with 
"L'homme de colere"; then a sensitive, personal 
version of Debussy's well-known "La Cathedrale 
Engloutie" and the amusing "Chat et la Souris" 
by the contempory American composer Aaron 
Copland. Matthay's "Elves" and Santoliquido's 
"Arabian Dancer" led the final group to a thrilling 
performance of the Liszt "Polonaise" in E Major. 

Miss Macdonald's introductory remarks about 
each piece added much to the interest and enjoy- 
ment of the evening, and the audience was very 
reluctant to let her go after the two short encores. 
We extend our deep gratitude to "our" pianist for 
the countless hours spent in preparation and look 
forward to another wonderful evening next year. 

FRENCH PLAYS AND POEMS 

Once every term under the direction of Madame 
Landes the Juniors put on a group of small plays, 
which are done with great finish and charm. Among 
our favourites are "La Cloture" and "Les Lunettes 
Pour Lire." 

At the same time a few gills from each of the 
Junior Forms and also from V A and VI B recite 
poems which they have learned by heart. Not only 
do these recitations help the individual with her 
pronunciation, but they also test our comprehes- 
sion of the language, and train our ear. We all 
enjoy these French evenings and appreciate the 
time and effort which make them possible. 

Ann Smtth, VI A 



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THE PIANO RECITAL 

Shortly before the Christmas holidays .some of 
the music students gave the school a most enjoyable 
piano recital, under the direction of Miss 
Macdonald and Miss Hewson. 

Following the recital certificates were presented 
to those who had the last year's examinations in 
theory and piano. Many thanks are due to all 
those who participated in the performance and 
made the evening such a success. 

Francine Bieler, VI B. 

THE CHOIR REPORT 

The Choir has gained several members this year, 
whom we "old-timers" are very happy to welcome 
and who we hope will get as much pleasure from 
the singing as we have done. A beneficial addition 
was a "third-part," or tenor. This tenor adds 
volume to the singing and we all agree that it is 
worth continuing. 

With this innovation we started, in the first term, 
on the three Christmas anthems, "Hark! How the 
Bells," "Joy to the World," and a "Croon Carol" 
which we later sang at the Carol Service. After this 
service, held in the Prep. Hall, the Choir in their 
robes lined the glass passage and by the light of 
their candles sang carols as the Staff and the rest 
of the school went through to the lounge for the 
Christinas party. 

On the last Saturday of the Christmas term the 
Choir arose at six-forty and went carolling. This is 
an event looked forward to by all, especially the 
Choir! Now we of the Choir would like to take the 
opportunity of thanking Mrs. Aitken for the 
delicious breakfast — with the beautiful decora- 
tions- which she arranged for us when we came in. 

The most interesting event of the winter term 
was the trip to Lennoxville to sing in St. George's 
Church. There we sans the anthem from the 
"Elijah," "Lift Thine Eyes." After the service we 
were the guests at lunch of the ladies of St. Marcia's 
Guild. For all the Choir members this was indeed 
a memorable day. 

Now to the most importa.nl part of the Choir 
Miss Macdonald. Throughout the year Miss 
Macdonald has patiently taught us the hymns, 
the psalms, and the special anthems. Without her 
there just would not have been a Choir! So, many 
thanks, Miss Macdonald, from the Choir of 1058-50. 

Susan Hanson, Matric. 



RED CROSS REPORT 

Although King's Hall girls have been sewing for 
the Red Cross for many years, it is only within 
the last two years that we have had much organiza- 
tion or much real understanding of what Red 
Cross means. I gained a completely new conception 
of it when I went to the High School Junior Red 
Cross Conference in Montreal on November the 
twenty-second. The conference was attended by 
forty students representing the different schools of 
Quebec Province. I was very much impressed with 
their knowledge of the Red Cross work in general 
and their enthusiasm for it. At this conference, I 
had to give a speech on "What We Do," in which I 
explained how the Red Cross was organized here 
at King's Hall. 

The following week, Miss Gillard asked me to 
give the girls here a report of the meeting. The 
report contained a brief outline of the events of the 
day, and then I tried to express to them the feeling 
they should have towards the Red Cross: that is 
should not be a thing that they are obliged to 
give to or work for, but that they should support 
voluntarily in order to help others. 

At the beginning of the second term, Miss How, 
director of the Junior Red Cross Branch in 
Montreal, very kindly sent us two movies. One 
was "Red Cross Work," and showed how they 
collect various articles and pack them to be sent 
to the needy all over the world; the other was 
"The Life of a Cerebral Palsey Child." This was 
extremely interesting because it showed the latest 
types of treatment which have geen developed. 

Shortly after this, I asked the girls if they 
thought it would be a nice idea for us to raise 
enough money to lie able to buy a brace for a 
crippled child. It was unanimously decided that 
we should do this. Nearly every Form thought of 
some method of raising money. For instance, the 
VI A's and VI B's put on a Variety Show after 
Prep on two Friday nights to which they charged 
admission. The two classes together earned $32.51. 
The V B's paid a small admission fee to their 
weekly Bed Cross sewing group, while the IV B's 
put five cents into a box every time they got, a 
minus. In this way the IV B's collected $1.50 and 
the V B's $11.00. 

In one oi our meetings someone suggested thai 
we should have a fudge and cookie sale. A few 
weeks later the sale was held down in the cooking- 
Lab. All the fudge and cookies had been made the 
week before by the Forms which had Home 
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hard on this, and the out-turn was terrific. Even 
one of the Staff donated a batch of what she called 
"special" fudge! Everything was sold, and alto- 
gether we made $59.07. 

While these extra events were going on, each 
person in the school was making as many garments 
as possible, or stuffing animals, or making scrap- 
books. The Junior Forms and also V A and VI B 
met once a week with their Form Mistresses, while 
the VI A's and Matrics worked independently 
when they found time. Most of the clothes made in 
the regular Household Science classes were also 
donated. We are more than grateful to Mademoi- 
selle Dostie, who supervised the work, advised us, 
and also helped us to organize the whole Red 
Cross effort. Each girl was also asked to knit a 
five-inch square. These squares are now being sewn 
together into an afghan which will be sent to 
Montreal along with the other things. By the end 
of the second term the bulk of the Red Cross work 
had been completed. 

On April 5, the first Sunday of the last term, the 
annual Red Cross Supper was held. For a change 
this year, we charged an admission fee of one 
article for a ditty bag. Manj r of the girls brought 
more than their alloted item. Because of this and 
help from the Staff, we have been able to put 
together thirty-six ditty bags to be sent to the 
Red Cross center in Montreal to help towards the 
eight hundred bags Quebec is pledged to send 
overseas this year. At the supper, the dining-room 
as usual was decorated beautifully, with white 
table cloths, red carnations, and candles. The menu 
as always, was delicious. Thanks to Mrs. Aitken, 
this portion of the evening went off very well 
indeed. 

After supper all the girls and Staff collected in 
the lounge where the Form Captains brought up to 
Miss Gillard all the things their Forms had made, 
and Miss Gillard held each article up separately 
for ever3 r one to see. There was a great assortment 
of things handed in, varying from tiny knitted 
booties to large sweaters, and from baby clothes to 
children's frilly dresses and skirts. Everything was 
finished off beautifully and was clean and fresh, 
ready to be sent away immediately. 

At the end of the evening we raffled off a picture, 
"A Kneeling Figure," drawn by Susan Brainerd, 
which Miss Gillard had had beautifully framed. 
Instead of drawing in the usual way for this, we 
made everyone sit in suspense until the last name 
was drawn. Marilyn Cowie was the lucky winner. 
From this raffle VA earned the grand sum of $31.92. 
The total amount we had at this point was $130.00. 



We had intended to buy a brace with this money, 
but on learning more about the new Heart-Lung 
Apparatus needed at the Montreal Children's 
Hospital, we decided that, if our money went 
towards that, we would be helping a number of 
people rather than only one by the brace. 

Sometime during the last term we hope to have 
another raffle and perhaps a White Elephant sale, 
but if we are not able to do so, these events can 
lead off next year's Red Cross work. 

In closing I should like to thank all the girls on 
the Red Cross Committee, Betty Jane Punnett 
IV A, Janet Burgoyne V B, Kathy Stewart V A, 
and Linda Fraser VI B. Without them the Red 
Cross this year would not have been nearly as 
successful. In thanking them, I should also like to 
express my special thanks to Susan McMaster, the 
secretary, because without her, I should have been 
at a total loss; she was my right hand man all the 
way. 

I should also like to wish the best of luck to next 
year's president. I know she will enjoy her job as 
much as I have done, because all the girls here are 
so willing to work towards such an important cause 
as the Junior Red Cross. 

Variety Shows $32.51 V B's contr'n . $1 1 .00 

Fudge & Cookie Sale 59.07 V A's raffle. . . 31.92 

IV B's contribution . 1 .50 Total $130.00 

Ann Taylor, Matric. 
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LIBRARY report 

The Library Committee received a number of 
new members this year, largely from VI A, although 
a few came from VI B. After Christmas the 
committee unanimously decided that the library 
should be opened every night from 8:15 to 8:30 
rather than twice a week as had been done pre- 
viously. This seems to have encouraged reading 
throughout the school. A list was kept each night 
of the borrower and the book. Thus the where- 
abouts of the books could be checked easily. 

As always, the Matrics withdrew from the 
committee at Christmas. The retiring executives, 
Ruth Peverley, Wendy Whitehead and Jamey 
Troop were replaced by two VI A's, Marilyn 
Cowie and Cynthia Gordon. 

We should like to thank all the members of the 
committee for their cheerful and efficient co- 
operation, and we also appreciate the time so 
many of the younger girls gave to that tiresome 
book-mending task. We hope that many of you 
will join the committee when you reach VI B. 

Marilyn Cowie, AT A. 



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HOUSEHOLD SCIENCE REPORT 

If you want to find a busy and cheerful place at 
King's Hall, you'll go down to Mademoiselle 
Dostie's Lab. There on almost any day of the 
week from half-past eight in the morning until a 
quarter past three in the afternoon you will discover 
girls cutting out, or else leaning over the cutting 
tables to learn how to follow patterns; you will 
see others practising at the sewing machines or 
ironing the garments they have finished. Some 
days the Lab will be devoted to cooking. Then you 
will be offered a professional-looking sandwich or a 
cookie hot and crunchy from the oven. Just before 
the Red Cross Supper you would think you were 
in an up-to-date dress shop, from the display of 
beautifully made dresses, skirts, blouses, under- 
cloths, and knitted articles waiting to be donated 
to the Red Cross. All these things had been made 
in the regular Household Science classes. Every 
girl in the school from VIA to VIB has one hour a 
week of Household Science. 

In addition to these regular classes a more 
extensive course is given to those wishing to 
specialize in Household Science. These girls work 
away quietly for many hours each day. It is only 
when they put on a formal dinner or luncheon that 
the rest of the school realizes what proficient 
housekeepers they are becoming. It is from this 
group, too, that the costume committees are 
recruited when plays are being produced. 

All the girls who take Household Science and 
those who benefit from their work are indebted to 
Mademoiselle Dostie for the enthusiasm which 
makes the classes so successful. 

SENIOR CURRENT EVENTS 

Since the excellent programme "News Magazine" 
has been presented on TV every Sunday evening, 
the Senior Current Events group has been meeting 
at that time. After the programme we have stayed 
in the lounge where Miss Morris has discussed the 
various items and problems brought up by Gordon 
Burwash, and where we have taken full advantage 
of the question period. We have enjoyed and 
benefited from the sessions so much that we hope 
they will be continued next year. 

VI B CURRENT EVENTS 

Every Thursday evening after Prep the VI B's 
have Current Events. We gather in the lounge with 
Airs. Doering who first reads us her news-letter from 



England. When she has completed this, we ask 
our questions. If there is any remaining time we 
discuss events we may not have understood. Current 
Events proves very interesting and helps us under- 
stand what is going on in the busy world around us. 

Judy Archer, VI B. 

ART CREDITS 

1 — ''Abstract Design" by Brooke Barrett, VIB 

2 — "Jazz" — Water Color by Gale Davis 

3 — "Galloping Horse" — Tempera 
by Elizabeth Hampson, V A 

4 — "Christmas Story" — Spontaneous Sketch 
by Susan Brainerd, V A 

-Imaginative Water Colour 
by Rosalind Punnet t, VIA 



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ART report 

On entering the Art Room one is struck by the 
exciting display of paintings on the wall. This year, 
more than ever before, imaginative and spon- 
taneous art has made its impact on many interested 
students, with very satisfying results. Everyone, 
I think, has enjoyed a little dip into abstract art. 

A committee consisting of Lorna Murray, Joan 
Howard, and Gale Davis has been choosing a 
"picture of the week" to be hung downstairs in the 
hall. This new idea is very popular, as many 
people who do not usually see the work of the 
Art Room are now able to do so. 

We wish to offer many, many congratulations to 
Susan Brainerd. She won a first prize in an inter- 
national junior art contest sponsored by Prime 
Minister Nehru of India, and had the honour of 
being presented with her prize by the High Com- 
missioner of India himself. 

Several pictures of old and modern masters have 
been added to the Art Room Library and have 
brought enjoyment and inspiration to us all. 

Extra activities such as making scenery, posters, 
and decorations have continued as usual. The 
decorations for the Dance showed a definite growth 
in planning and executing a large-scale Art project 
with maturity and beauty. The Art Studio is 
seldom empty between the hours of half-past 
eight in the morning and nine o'clock at night. 

We owe much gratitude to Miss Dexter, who has 
led on Compton's group of ardent artists, including 
twelve who are planning to try for the McGill 
matriculation. This year has been an exciting and 
progressive one. 

Gale Davis, Matric. 



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SPORTS CAPTAINS' REPORT 

Once more, "ardent sport's fans," our year has 
drawn to a close. The enthusiasm and co-operation 
shown in all sports was greatly appreciated by the 
School and Form Sports Captains. 

The soccer season was excellent. Cood weather 
enabled us to practise most afternoons. On behalf 
of all who played we wish to thank Miss Keyzer 
and Mr. Roberts for their perseverance in training 
us. 

This winter, instead of concentrating on basket- 
ball and volleyball we turned our attention to the 
ski slopes. Special thanks go to all the Staff who 
gave their free time to take us on many an 
afternoon jaunt to Hillcrest. Unfortunately, plans 
for skiing on Windy were ruined by an early thaw. 
For the non-skiers, a spacious rink was built on 
the eastern end of the new soccer field. Because 
there had been no skating last year we were all 
glad to get back on the ice. 

Although many signed up for badminton, it took 



prodding to get people to play their games. We 
feel, however, that those participating in the tennis 
tournaments are more eager to play. Even though 
the tennis season is shorter, keen interest promises 
better results. 

For May we are planning a swimming meet and 
a track meet. We have never had a track meet 
before, but a team is being selected and pits dug 
for the broad and high jumps. 

In spite of occasional groans when House games 
were mentioned, it was impossible to suppress the 
cheers that each House gave its teams when the 
games were actually being played. At this moment 
—as the Magazine goes to press — Macdonald is 
slightly ahead of the other Houses in sports, but 
it will be June before we know for certain winch 
House has won the shield. 

We all wish to thank Miss Fogo for giving so 
much of her time to teaching us new games ami 
helping us to improve the old ones. 

Judy and Janet 



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SKIING AND SKATING 

The winter of '58-'59 has been a really old- 
fashioned one. Sub-zero temperatures and heavy 
snow-falls have made ideal conditions for skiing. 
On almost every afternoon the girls and some of 
the Staff practised their skill on the natural hills 
which surround the school. On four days of each 
week of the second term a bus-load went over to 
Hillcresf where the more experienced had scope for 
their skiing abilities and the less experienced had 
the benefit of an instructor's advice. 

We were especially fortunate also in having a new- 
rink at the north end of the "new" soccer field. 
(The old rink has been turned into a deep pool). 

The girls wish to express their thanks to the 
Staff who supervised their trips to Hillcrest, to all 
the men who worked so hard to keep a good smooth 
ice-surface, and to Mrs. Aitken who gave of her 
time so generously to provide music over the loud 
speaker. 

Susan McArthur, VI P.. 

TENNIS REPORT 

On account of our Easter holidays being earlier 
in the season than usual this year tennis did not 
begin on the first day of the Spring term ; however, 
very soon afterwards the courts were dry (except 
for a few annoying puddles and the odd snow- 
bank!) Right away they were filled with enthusi- 
astic players practising for the tournaments. This 
year, thanks to Judy and Janet, the tournaments 
were organized early and began almost at once. 
Nobody ever asks for more than enthusiasm and 
good sportsmanship in players, and we have both. 
Unfortunately, this report has to be in before the 
finals are completed — but we all wish good luck 
to the players, and may the best man win! 

Susan Harshaw, Matric. 



BADMINTON 

Again this year there was great enthusiasm for 
badminton as players from each House strove to 
out-do their opponents. Both Senior and Junior 
singles were won by Rideauites, Virginia Nichols 
winning the Senior and Joan Wightman the Junior. 
The Senior doubles was won by Mary Molson and 
Jill Rowan-Legg, with Montcalm and Rideau 
sharing the honours, and the junior doubles by Suann 
Cross, Macdonald, and Cheryl Lumiere, Montcalm. 
Congratulations to the winners and to those who 
lost, "Better luck next time." 

Judy Housb;, VI A. 

BASKETBALL 

During this cold sunny winter we spent so much 
time on the ski hills and the skating rink that we 
played less basketball than usual. The Gym classes 
did provide some practice, however, while two inter- 
Form games were played — VI B versus VI A, and 
VI B versus Matric. As a result of these games the 
VI B's are now the "champions." 

THE SOCCER REPORT 

This soccer season was a full and eventful one. 
Our team, of eleven regular members and five 
substitutes, played four games. For the first time 
we played with the Girls' Soccer Team of the 
Sherbrooke High School. Both the game here at 
King's Hall and the return match in Sherbrooke 
were keenly contested and enjoyed. The matches 
with the B.C.S. Prep. Team and the Senior Soccer 
Team proved very interesting also; their teams were 
expert, stealing both games. 

In addition to the regular team games we had 
numerous House and Form matches, besides games 
in the afternoons in which everyone could join. 
The spirit was indeed keen this past season. 
We'll hope for the same next year. 




SENIOR SOCCER TEAM 

W. Whitehehead, A. Taylor, B. Shannon, 
D. Duncanson, J. Bignell. 

C. Gordon, S. Hanson, S. Morris, 
P. Throsby, L. Murray. 

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Dear Montcalrnites, 

Let's cheer for the House with the pale blue tie, 
And never let that spirit die; 
You've worked for a goal throughout the year 
With many a shout and seldom a tear. 
We've had good weeks and bad ones too, 
But you've struggled to show what you can do. 
In meetings we've had some hilarious fun 
With Murph in hysterics at my efforts to pun. 
We've also had the more serious kind 
When we've slipped and let ourselves get behind. 
But I know you've all tried hard to keep 
Montcalm on the top each and every week. 
In sports and in House games you've all done 
your best 



Whether winner or loser you've always had zest. 

And whether in June there's a shield to show 

You've supported you House to the utmost, 
I know. 

Before I close I want to say how very pleased I 
was to be the Head of Montcalm and how proud 
I am — and always will be- -of you all. To the 
Prefects of next year I wish all the happiness and 
success in the world. I hope you will remember 
our motto and keep up your fighting spirit in the 
years to come. Now, as Tiny Tim once said, "God 
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MACDONALD HOUSE REPORT 

Given: — 47 girls with one thing in common — 
Spirit! 

Required: — To prove that they're Macdonald. 

Proof: — We've loved being your Prefects! Every- 
one has tried and although it hasn't always been 
easy or rewarding, we know that you have done your 
best and that's all we ever wanted. Some of you 
may be mischievous, and some may not be natural 
athletes — nevertheless you've tried in work and 
also in sports. We hope that next year's Prefects can 
be as proud of Macdonald as we are! 

Keep striving and remember 

"GOLD NEVER TARNISHES !" 
Love and luck, 
Shirley and Lyn 



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RIDEAU HOUSE REPORT 

R is for Rideau 

I — is for Ideals 

D — is for Dauntless 

E — is for Enthusiasm 

A— is for Ardour 

U— is for US! 
I )ear Rideau, 

Someone once said "To travel hopefully is better 
than to arrive." As yet we do nol know whether 
we have arrived, but we certainly have 1 ravelled 
hopefully ! 

Xow it is customary to say — we've had the good 
weeks and the bad weeks too! — but since we've 
only had the good weeks (!) we won't bother 
saying the above (naturally!). 

We've been thinking (yes, strange as it may 
seem, we have) and there is one thing that stands 
out in our minds that is so typical of this our motley 
but never-say-die group. 

We'll take you hack to the first Happy Sunday 
there you were, all your beaming little faces 
looking anxiously up, waiting, just waiting for us 
to make some scandalous boob, (there have been 
lots of them, haven't there?) or for us to hurry 
and get the preliminaries over with- your spirit 
was getting the better of you! 

Then the great moment arrived, everyone rose 
swiftly from the desks, little fists tightly clenched 
on the end of furiously waving arms, we thought 
for sure when the inevitable cheer came the whole 
building would collapse- but what happended??? 
Half of us couldn't even spell R-I-D-E-A-U- ! ! As 
for the poor new girls, they were nearly bounced 
out into the field with all the fierce jumping that 
our cheer involves. However, we meant well! and 
so went the year, all of us happy in our plight!' 

"The time has come the Walrus said," (He 
didn't really, but that is a minor detail ) "when all 
good things must come to an end." 

This, dear Rideau, is where we'd like to regain 
our dignity and thank you, all forty-seven of you, 
for the complete support, unceasing loyalty, and 
most of all for the treasured memories you have 
given us. We sincerely hope that next year you 
will be equally terrific and so with all the love 
in the world we wish you and next year's Prefects 
good luck. 

( lod Bless You, 

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MATRIC PERSONAL GLANCES 

1. In the third row, third seat from the back sits 
JUDY BIGNELL whotries to make believe that she 
is always studying hard. From under her rough 
book can be seen two .sheets of blue paper and little 
does she know thai someone is watching her as she 
reads these two pages over and over. 

2. Not many people are aware that in room 23 
lives a human; although petite, she can outsing 
anybody on this terra Hnna. Her sweet shrill is 
constantly buzzing around the school, but it 
SHIRLEY MORRIS were to sing on key every- 
body would faint. 

3. Guess who's taking up racing? Zrooom- and 
around the oval comes a little black "spright" with 
two white stripes known as the "skunk/' Need I 
say more — for sitting there in the suicide seat is 
KATE REED. 

4. Almost everyone knows that a "red head" is a 
sign of a quick temper but for a certain DIXI 
LAMBERT, her red hair is a symbol of forget- 
fullness. It seems that one night Miss Lambert 
walked into her bed chamber, and calmly asked her 
room-mate what she was doing in her room. The 
astonished victim (nameless) quietly reminded Dixi 
of her situation. 

5. One of Compton's outstanding soccer players, 
BEV SHANNON lost all her equilibrium when she 
turned against her team and with a mighty boot, 
kicked the ball into our goal. It was during a hard 
and fast game against our main rivals — B.C.S., 
and this action made her a favourite with the 
opposing team- lor at thai point in the game, 
Bishop's was losing! 

6. Xol many people are lucky to receive such a 
symbol of esteem as did CINDY LYMAN shortly 
after her return from the Easter holidays- when a 
large package was handed to her one night. On 
opening this curious box she found a dozen red 
roses; we have no idea who they were from, but 
they had a definite message as all red roses do! 

7. Drivers beware — rumours have it that a 
Comptonite PENNY THROSBY intends to get her 
driving licence this summer. This is a very serious 
situation as the last time she got behind that 
wheel she tore up the next door neighbour's garden. 
But the question is - how to stop her? 

8. It is a known fact that ELAINE AUDET finds 
it terribly difficult to squeeze all her belongings into 
a few suitcases. Her trip abroad this summer will 
be a great misery if she can only bring one suitcase, 
and in that case, anyone who thinks she knows how 
lo pack systematically might be a great asset to 
Elaine's happiness in years to follow. 



(). As many people know, the cupboard is an 
excellent and private refuge in which to read at 
night. For some however, it seems a great task to 
prepare oneself. C.ALE DAVIS is no exception to 
the above. After sitting in the closet for at least five 
minutes, the bewildered girl opened the door and 
got into bed. When her room-mate asked why she 
did not read longer, Gale replied that she couldn't 
see in the cupboard. Why?— no flashlight! 

10. All Paris will be thrown out of its usual routine 
when ROSEMARY CHRISTENSEX arrives next 
autumn with flying colours. There have been great 
discussions about Rosie and her life there but she 
has not said a thing to any of us. Why the secrecy? 

11. Xo one is unaware of the fact that HELEN 
( WBB-CARSLEY has been down south, but such a 
dark tan must be from that glorious sun! Thanks 
Helen for bringing back your Florida rays so that 
we could all share it. 

12. Does anyone want to tram his poodle? If so 
go to ELIZABETH PRICE who will start from 
scratch and tell you all the details on how to train 
your dog. Good luck Liz in your field of dogs, but 
be careful because they always say "a dog takes 
after its mistress." 

13. Miss WENDY WHITEHEAD was thrilled 
when she heard the news of her trip to Europe this 
summer and wherever she was, the topic of con- 
versation was Europe! After seeing a number of 
slides of the tour Wendy calmly asked if motor- 
bikes were available in Germany. We wish her 
luck, for if it tires her to watch people bicycling, 
we can imagine how she will feel doing it ! 

14. Fire drill is many people's pet peeve, but for 
NANCY CLASS the whole thing is just one big 
nuisance. During one of these hazardous moments 
Nancy managed to rip apart a skirt (thought to be 
a dressing-gown) and grab a flashlight out of the 
hands of some uncxpectant staff, who came around 
lo see il everyone was oul of her room. She is 
learning now to control her unco-ordination at those 
times, hut we hope that she will he spared from 
lire drills during her future life. 

15 and Hi. They say that two wrongs don't make 
a "wright" and the converse of this is certainly 
I rue. When .)( >AN and PAM WRIGHT get together 
in the chemistry lab. These two are famous for 
exploding dangerous concoctions and there seems 
to be a jinx on them when partners. We are keeping 
our lingers crossed that in later life they do not 
come together for there is sure to he quite a "bang." 
17. There is one fact that makes life exceedingly 
difficult for LORNA MURRAY and that is sitting 



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(breakfast). She needs a cup of coffee for a waker- 
upper, but finds it very difficult to drink her coffee 
as elbows are not allowed on the breakfast table. 
"But Miss Keyzer, a cup of coffee is heavy" 
exclaims Murph — but her efforts are in vain and if 
coffee is too heavy for us we needn't drink it. 

18. JAMEY TROUP has decided to make the grad 
dance an especially memorable one and has invited 
none other than Marlon Brando to come! What 
with her plans of entertaining Marlon, sailing 
around the world, living in Moscow and learning 
every language, she is a very ambitious girl. 

19. ANN TAYLOR seems to have a special liking 
for chicken. After going out one Saturday, Ann 
brought a chicken back and after all were tucked 
in, the feast began! Great preparations were made 
and when ready, the three (Ann and her two room- 
mates) huddled in the lower bunk and "went to 
town" — much to the surprise of a Staff who 
followed the scent to room 37. 

20. Have you ever been in a bath when the first 
bell goes for Prep? It's in that predicament that 
we find BARB MURRAY every Monday, Wednes- 
day and Friday, when frantic screams can be heard 
a mile away. Somehow she makes it to Prep and a 
hastily clad figure bombs into the room and 
collapses in her seat — to finish dressing. 

2t. In the stamp collection DI HORNIG proved 
to be a great asset in filling up the light blue box. 
Now she seems to be over loaded with letters which 
continually pour in from New York — but at this 
stage we're wondering whether this certain person 
robbed the post office to acquire all the one-half 
cent stamps. Most of all Di needs a file for her 
letters and stamps because her Marzipan box has 
finally been filled. We're all waiting Di, to hear 
when you hit the thousand mark! 

22. It was disheartening for poor LYN CARTER 
when, having gallantly won her first and probably 
last tennis tournament, people refused to believe 
her. It was only when the incredulous ones saw her 
out on the court playing her second round that 
they realized she had actually won the first. 

23. The explanation for SUE HARSHAW'S ox- 
fords being brown for a week lies in a little excur- 
sion to the sugar camp in the early spring. In her 
eagerness to get he) 1 first box of la-tire she crashed 
down through the muddy fields unaware of the 
fact that her boots were still in her locker, and the 
mud nearly up to her knees. However the la-tire 
was enjoyed and the oxfords were of secondary 
importance. 

24. Some people find skiing an extremely hard 



sport to master, but there are others who go over 
to the hill ready for a good day of skiing and end 
up sitting in the chalet all day, so, when I say I saw 
JENNIFER PARSONS actually ski down the 
slopes in the Laurentians — you can imagine every- 
one's surprise. 

25. As far as we know JOAN CORDEAU is the 
only girl at King's Hall known to bring a cat back 
to school. Tiinbo was loved by all and a great 
favourite until one night. Prescious Timbo ate 
something that did not exactly agree with him, and 
as a result, room 22 was in a great turmoil during 
the night. Poor Timbo's luxurious days of reclining 
on someone's bed came to an end and his future 
bedroom was one of the piano rooms in the cellar! 

26. From the end of the table a determined SUE 
HANSON exclaims, "All right! I'm really going on 
a strict diet — starting right now!" (a slight pause). 
"Please pass me the potatoes and gravy!" 

27. JANET TAYLOR could be compared to a 
spirit. She knows all, hears all, but says nothing. 
Always found either reading French novels or 
looking for chocolate cake crumbs — scattered by 
her two room-mates. 

28. In the wee hours of the morning a faint ring is 
heard — from the room at the end of the wing. There's 
a sudden groan and a groping of hands while 
JUDY HINGSTON finds her books to begin 
studying 'Cicero and the boys.' We all hope her 
early morning efforts will be put to good use. 

29. Anytime you are doubtful as to the values of 
reading, especially during an English summer 
reading test— consult RUTH PEVERLEY, who 
brought fame to King's Hall by winning a public 
speaking contest in Sherbrooke last year. 

30. It was rather an unpleasant surprise for her 
room-mates when ten minutes after BONNIE 
PEN HALE had disappeared she was discovered 
staggering out of the cupboard having been stabbed 
by a spike heeled shoe. 

31. DAPHNE DUNCANSON is one of the few 
who are here on an athletic scholarship. Since she 
has been here, her athletic accompplishments have 
been, one broken swimming-pool window, one 
collapsed bunk bed, and a crumpled green wall. 
Consult the B.C.S. infirmary list for statistics on 
Daph's "power kick." 

32. There is only one person who could possibly 
have done such a wonderful job in helping the 
Matrics through all their ups and downs. The ma- 
trices wish you, MISS MORRIS, all luck and happi- 
ness in the years to come; we all join in saying 
"Three cheers for our Form-Mistress." 



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Place: VI A Classroom. 

Time: Saturday afternoon before rest hour. 

A low murmur continues throughout the .scene. 
Gradually various voices become distinguishable. 
Marilyn — looking up from her book, 

"Oh, Helen! You're on library duty. 1 )o it !" 
Helen— hands on her hips — angrily, 

"But Moo, I'm always doing it!" 
Judy — face resting in hands 

"Ana-chula, I'm having a fit!" 
Smith — feet and arms helter — skelter 

"Oh Judy! Let's see — where do I wish I were 
to-day?" 
Afargot — whispering and leaning sideways 

"Hey Gab, did you get caught reading last 
night ?" 
Gabrielle — talking out of the side of her mouth 

"My dear ..." 
Bonnie — knitting a baby sweater 

"Hey Jan! What do you think of this?" 
Janice- -gazing at Bonnie's sweater 

"O-o-o-h how dee-vine!" 
Janet — Black stockings down, tie undone, exas- 
perated 

"Open the window!" 
Charlotte — shivering, curled up in a ball in her 
sweater 

"Just because I wasn't brought up in an igloo!" 
Heather — half-standing, shouting 

"Change for basketball tonight at eight. Be 
on time!" 
( !orry — lazily 

"Oh! (live up, Grant!" 
Sherrill shouting exultantly while writing on a 
chart 

"Kids— only 300 calories lor breakfast, 000 

for !" 

Jennifer — shouting across the room 

"Do your exercise last night. Slier?" 
I)i to Jennifer 

"I touched my toes 200 times. Was I dizzy!" 
Micky -counting five inch squares 

"Cinny, where is your square?" 
Cinny — Holding up a mottled looking object 

"Here, Su-u-u-e-e!" 
Dione — "Well, Connacher, what has happened 
now ?" 
Ann — brandishing bandaged thumb 

"I was wounded while fighting for the West!" 
Alix — waving her arms around 

"Talking about the West you know in 
Winnipeg we have — — !" 



VI A FORM REPORT 

Pat "Oh! Alix, we have heard this before!" 
Penny- just joining the group 

"In Newfoundland we have had those for 

years! 

Bobby- filing her nails and muttering 

"Six years! Six whole years! Think, by now 
I could have been famous!" 
Janet - "Oh, Bobby! Just think of the education 



you are gamin 



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Carole- "Cherry, remember the time we went 

waterskiing and-and-and !" 

Cherry bored expression on her face 

"Carole, remember the time you kept quiet 
for five whole minutes!" 
Susan— sitting doing nothing 

Have you made any more clothes for yourself 
lately?" 

Rozalind— "No, nothing much. I just made my- 
self a suit yesterday!" 

Val— sitting in the corner of classroom pushing 
her hail' 

"Joan, pass me those books." 
Joan — engrossed in her scribbling 

"S-u-r-e! What did you say again 7 " 
Miss Keith — standing in the doorway 

"Girls! Pick up the running shoes and books!" 
Y\ hole class standing up in a chorus 

"Yes, Miss Keith." 
Everyone sits down. 
Suddenly- "Oh, Miss Keith, do come back!" 

"We want to thank you for all your help and 
attention, and for being so patient with us through- 
out the year." 




GUESS WHO isn't going to Hillcres 



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VI B FORM REPORT 

Have you heard: 

—of Judy Archer buying a dress ? 

—what Cynthia Ayers stores between her mattress 

and her bed-springs ? 
—that Brooke Barrett complained to the Canadian 

Government because Gait was mil marked on 

the map ? 
- that Cay Bell uses her ears to fly ? 
—of Francie Bieler doing the Fi-Fi Roll ? 
—that Bonnie Bernier has given up horses for 

corvettes ? 

—that Peggy Butterfield's heart sings when you 
mention a "Robin" ? 

— of Barbara Cordeau missing an extra gym class? 

—of Josette Cochand? Well, she is in Europe 

right now. 
—of Susan Dawes' connection with Bishop's? 
—that Linda Eraser has "the whole world in her 

hands" when she sings "Tom Dooley." 
—that Sharon Frost's eyelashes are on the "Blink" ? 
— a day go by without a phone call for Di Cordon ? 
—that Joan Hutchison hooked a barracuda this 

year in Nassau ? 
—that Kathy Kingston's new hair colour is 

natural ? 
—that Jane MacDougald had to hire a secretary 

to answer her "truck-loads" of in-coming mail? 
—that Gill Maclaren, our Halifax Junior Bengal 

Lancer, entered the Kentucky Derby this year? 

— of Sue Maclaren getting up for firedrill, 
—that Sue McArthur may be playing for the 

Montreal Allouettes next year ? 
—of Mary Molson not sticking up for Stanstead, 
—Martha Meagher without the hockey score? 
— what happens to people like Nancy Xichol who 

dance "sans souliers" ? Splinters! 
—of the Calgary Stampede Bucking Bronco 

champ, China Nichols? 
—of Jill Oughtred being on time ? 
—that everybody wishes that Jennifer Punnett 

would eat her rhubarb and vegetables ? 
—that Tory Rankin freckles ? 





—of Becky Romano singing "Waky-Waky" at 

three a.m. ? 
—that Sally Boss has reached eight feet ? 
—Jill Rowan-Legg? 
—that Carol Sonne loses weight by eating potato 

chips ? 
—that Esme Vaughan's two front teeth aren't 

really chicklets ? 
-that "Liz" Taylor attends school at King's Hall, 

Compton ? 
—of the Westwater "drip," Judy? 
— that the VI B's think Miss Ramsay is the greatest 

and that they appreciate all that she has done 

for them during the school year? 

V A FORM REPORT 

GUESS WHO? 

1. Always has hair in her face? 

2. Never gets mad? (Ha!) 

3. Never curls her hair? 

4. Loves skiing ? 

5. Just loves to draw ? 

(i. Gets the most fan mail practically every day'.' 

7. Comes from down South? 

8. Likes chewing gum ? 

9. Who is a newcomer to V A ? 
10. Who is a terrific singer? 

1 1. Just loves to eat ? 

12. Who is the most disorganized girl in V A? 

13. Who is a book-worm? 

14. Just loves hockey? 

15. Had a bad knee during the second term ? 
1G. Snitches your cake at supper? 

17. Who is the biggest Ridley fan in Y A ? 

18. Supplies wool for everyone? 

19. Just loves Ricky Nelson'.' 

20. Wishes she were a boy ? 

21. Spills hei' milk at every meal? 

22. Is the most wonderful Form Mistress? 

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VI A Sing-song by Carol Salmon 

The Matrics— Christmas by Carol Sonne 

VI B Form Room by Martha Meagher 



CREDITS 



Autumn Winds by Diann Bignell 

T^^'rrMT ^ 181111 ^ by J ° an Hut ^son 
The Ski Hill by Carol Sonae 



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KING'S HALL, CQMPTON 



DAWN 



Five in the morning found me climbing the steep 
jugged, cliff overhanging the sea. The stars were 
still illuminating night's dark cloak. Except for the 
rhythmical lapping of the water against creviced 
cliffs and the gentle rustling of the tall brown 
grasses as the salt breezes zig-zagged through them, 
not a sound could be heard. There I lay flown, my 
head sunk in a fragrant bed of clover; the warm 
wind and swaying grasses covered me and lulled 
me to sleep; the checkered napkin around my 
wooden lunch-basket flapped in the wind. 

I awoke suddenly to the shrill cries of the sea- 
gulls, and as I lifted my eyes to the now grey sky I 
saw these birds circling, soaring, diving, and 
forming invisible patterns with their sleek white 
bodies. I rose to my feet to be met by a wind that 
tore around my body as if exploring this new object 
that dared to interrupt its course. It tossed my 
hair over my face and formed a white balloon out 
(if my skirt. Again finding its direction it raced 
forward, forcing my hair to flow back like the long 
grass in a meandering river. White spray was flung 
up to me as a massive wave rolled against a jutting 
peak of rock. As it hit, it crumpled into myriads of 
tiny sparks which hnmedicately returned to the 
cold mass. 

For a moment as I stood there surrounded by 
crashing waves and boisterous winds, I was 
Andromeda all alone on that island in the sea, 
waiting for the brave Perseus to fly through the 
air on his golden-winged sandals to save me from 
the angry sea monster. As I glanced across the 
dark snow-capped waters I really imagined 1 saw 
him. Flying ever so swiftly and smoothly across the 
horizon, he stripped off the grey sheets of night and 
revealed the new day — the light, orange colours of 
morning. The wind was the accompanying 
symphony orchestra, increasing the beat of my 
already excited heart. Occasionally the cymbals 
would crash and fade out as the waves beat and fell. 
Soon Perseus had done his work. The orange 
was now spreading, pushing the grey gloom up, 
over the dome of the sky. Then came a light 
yellow, then a soft blue deepening into azure when 
it reached the sky's dome. Turning my back on the 
sea I watched this transformation with awe. When 
1 turned once more to the sea, the symphony music 
swelled around me, deafening me. Suddenly the 
finale was marked by a loud crash of the cymbals 
as the sun appealed above the thin line separating 
sea from sky. 

Cynthia Gordon, VI A. 



THE SUNSET 

Have you every seen the sunset of a Canadian 
autumn ? Doesn't it give you a feeling of beauty 
and traquillity after the heat of the day ? The sky 
far above becomes gray in colour reminding you 
of the past day's black deeds drifting far away. 
There are patches of soft blue sky with puffy 
white clouds, representing every good thing such as 
the happiness of the coming day. The sun itself 
looks with a kind, happy face on the world it 
leaves. The fields glow with a soft copper colour 
and slowly fade away into twilight. The crickets 
begin to sing and the owl and all nocturnal creatures 
peep out of their holes to survey their surroundings 
and find something to eat. Everything is very still 
as the tired day sleeps. 

Gay Bell, VI B. 

WHIRLPOOL 

Her gentle fingers caressed the smooth wooden 
gate, and her eyes lingered over it as it swung 
silenty shut. The sky hovered above, an unearthly 
grey, while breezes stole through the heavily 
leafed trees. Stepping away from the gate she 
adjusted her raincoat and calmly headed down the 
hill. She watched her feet moving in front of her 
and listened to their constant tapping on the stone 
walk. From the great shady branches above came 
the evening chirrup of birds and a purely summer 
fragrance crept though the air. How it all reminded 
her of her childhood! For a second she felt her 
heart fold with sadness, pining for those lost and 
tender years. Why could she not live them once 
more? Such innocent and happy years! Life then 
had been a fantasy; she had indeed forgotten the 
wonder of it, but now some few delightful memories 
flashed back. She remembered the thrill of waves 
roaring on a beach and the haunting cry of seagulls, 
thunder droning deeply in the distance, the cool 
flavour of raspberries, and homemade bread taken 
piping hot from the oven. She remembered too an 
exciting afternoon spent at a circus, the enchant- 
ment of a ballet, the warmth of the fire after 
playing in the snow while an animal curled cozily 
in her lap. And deep in her heart she remembered 
Santa Clans, true sincerity, laughter, and love. 

Her attention was shifted to a stand piled high 
with newspapers. A fine drizzle had begun to fall in a 
mist— the gentle drops felt like cool petals on her 
cheeks. She saw it patter on the papers, making a 
design of tiny stains. She gazed blindly at the 
headline; perhaps it read a new world crisis, but 
to her it was petty and unimportant, something 



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that was and always would be, something thai 
would one day be learned by students only to be 
forgotten, something that would be held in con- 
tempt in future years. 

Swinging herself idly, she moved in long slow 
paces and threw her head back to look dizzily at 
the sky. The clouds were rolling by, large and 
sombre. Thick drops of rain splashed in her eyes 
and streamed down her neck. It was an ecstatic 
sensation and she smiled in spite of herself. Her 
reflection leapt at her from a flower shop window, 
and she shuddered to see herself. Her hair hung 
limply about the familiar face, her features seemed 
to be sculptured in cold white marble, and tinged 
with sorrow her deep-set grey eyes. Her gaze 
wandered over the host of gay blossoms — and then, 
inevitably it may seem, it fell upon one small and 
quiet flower. Once again, the stabbing pain returned 
to her heart. The memories she had been trying to 
forget overwhelmed her. She saw him again 
laughing exuberantly and twisting the stem of the 
tiny white rose around her finger; she felt his strong 
arms squeezing her shoulders; and she saw him 
drive away in the car that was to take him to his 
death ! 

Barely conscious of her actions, she entered the 
shop, watched the rose being taken from its bowl, 
and ever so carefully in her hands she carried it 
away. Her steps became faster — she did not care 
where they walked. The throb of her heart ripped 
her throat, — the torrent burst from the clouds, but 
she stumbled on staring at the virgin loveliness of 
the white rose through a blurred haze. She came 
to a bridge and leaned dazedly on its strong stone 
railing. The beat of the pounding rain drummed 
about her. It was cold and clammy — she wanted 
to get away from it, but where could she go ? What 
could she do ? 

Before her eyes swam the shadow of her dead 
fiance smiling at her mysteriously. She shut her 
eyes, but still she imagined a voice, low and 
whispering at her ear. And then she saw the water 
swirling below the bridge. It was angry, it was 
wild, and it was taunting! Pain mingled with 
searing flames seemed to bore through her blood; 
her heart trembled with a curious delight and fear. 
Her breath escaped in hysterical gasps as she 
stared at the beckoning waves — 

"Please stop!" 

The rose fell from her hand. She spun around 
and beheld a young couple running playfully in 
the rain. Laughingly, the girl cried in protest, but 
her cheeks were flushed and her eyes danced with 
an expression of supreme joy. And the boy swept the 



girl into his arms and carried her off the bridge 
leaving their onlooker once more alone. She turned 
towards the water, her heart crying out for the 
happiness and love I hat the youngsters enjoyed. 
Then she noticed the rose had gone; she searched 
the whirlpool and for a second descried a flashing 
white flame which by a foamy black blanket was 
suddenly extinguished. And then the cool tears 
that had refused to come welled thickly and 
quietly from her eves. She fell to her knees and 
ever so silently began to weep. She wept for her 
life which she had almost thrown away; she wept 
for the beauty and wonder of being alive; she wept 
with shame for the selfishness of her actions; and 
she wept for the new happiness which was over- 
powering her. Somehow she knew that her torture 
was finally over. Slowly rising, she felt herself 
tingle with the delicious calm that had stolen 
through her. And all at once her eyes glittered 
through the tears, she beamed at the earth and 
sky and began to run wildly off the bridge. But 
as she ran and laughed inwardly, her thoughts 
twirled around the real symbol of her own love 
and happiness — the little wooden gate which 
meant home! 

Jamky Troop, Matric. 

BEAUTY TO REMEMBER 

In the northern part of the Rocky Moutains 
there stands an old covered bridge. It has stood 
there since 1842, and has been the lovely subject 
for many landscape artists. 

Its colour is a rusty red and it is built of old and 
weather-beaten pine. It is surrounded by towering- 
evergreens, and a little babbling brook winds 
beneath it, through water-worn rocks. A rushing 
waterfall tumbles down the steep cliff above the 
bridge's roof and forms a thin sparkling mist 
around it. One can see a faint but beautiful rainbow 
through the light spray of water, and the warm 
rays of the sun make it look like a thousand 
glittering jewels. On the other side of the bridge lies 
a quiet pool filled with crystal-clear water. Tiny 
fish swim in and out of the stones which have been 
worn by the force of the water, and the summer 
birds sing cheerfully to each other as they admire 
themselves in puddles of calm water. 

This is a scene which will last for many years to 
come, and even when it fades from existence its 
beauty will still be treasured in the creations of 
artists. 

Cathy Stewart, V A. 



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KINO'S HALL, COMPTON 



WHAT IS SCHOOL SPIRIT? 

What does the word spirit mean? In the 
dictionary one of its numerous definitions is "a 
vigorous sense of membership in a group." That is 
certainly true, but the subject goes much, much 
deeper when we speak of school spirit. School 
spirit consists of loyalty, integrity, co-operativeness, 
and keeping a generally pleasant atmosphere in 
the school. 

To attain school spirit each person must be 
loyal in every sense of the word. Loyalty to your 
school is one of the most important elements in 
school spirit. You cannot be hypocritical, and while 
at school say you like it, but once you are out 
for your holidays undermine the name of your 
school and all it stands for just to impress out- 
siders. This is more apt to happen in boarding 
schools than in day schools, and shows no loyalty 
at all. Besides being loyal to your school you must 
be loyal to your House and Form, whether (at 
King's Hall) you are a Macdonaldite, a Mont- 
calmite, or a Rideauite, or whether you are in 
III A or Matric. It makes no difference. Your 
loyalty to the group will bring enthusiasm, 
especially in work and sports. This introduces a 
healthy competitive spirit which makes enjoyable 
fun. The important thing isn't whether you win or 
lose; it's the loyalty, the spirit, and the fact that 
you worked hard and enjoyed yourself that counts. 

When you first come to school — again I'm 
thinking particularly of King's Hall — you realize 
that there are many rules and regulations which 
you must obey or else receive the consequences. 
Besides the consequences to yourself, disobedience 
and grumbling create a deplorable situation. It is 
never pleasant for a Staff or Prefect to have to be 
always telling girls to stop talking or always to be 
handing out minuses for foolish faults that could 
easily be overcome. This spoils things for everyone 
and often reflects on people not directly involved. 
When you are young you have to learn to be co- 
operative and to obey the rules, and to do so with 
a smile. Life will then be far easier for 1 everyone. 

As the years go by in your school life you learn 
to obey and then, little by little, begin to take on 
responsibility. So often people are given a job to 
do which at first might be quite pleasant and a 
novelty, but soon becomes tiresome and boring. 
Then the job is either badly done or often not done 
at all. Sometimes the job is just small at the be- 
ginning, but it grows and becomes bigger and far 
more difficult, Whether it is a small or large job 
you've been given, however, you must do it to the 



best of your ability and must work steadily until 
it is completely finished. This will develop the true 
spirit that a school needs. 

All these qualities— loyalty, integrity, co-opera- 
tion, cheerfulness and a sense of responsibility 
moulded into one are what constitutes true school 

spirit. 

Beverley Shannon, Matric. 

A STREET SCENE 

"Bananas, guavas, git yo' fresh fruit here," 
shouted a fat Negro woman at the top of her lungs ! 

It was my first day in Barbados, and I had 
already seen so much, but nothing yet like this 
sunny, noisy street. Gaily clad Negroes were 
swarming everywhere, trying to sell their trinkets 
and food. Hardly any cars were on the street, but 
the Negro policeman under his green umbrella- 
like shelter was having a hard time directing 
tourists and keeping the mass of people going in 
the right direction. 

On my left was a tiny harbour with sailing- 
vessels of all shapes and sizes and a variety of other 
craft. Along the beach tall palms swayed their 
feathery boughs in the gentle sea-breeze. On my 
right were the fruit and vegetable stalls, and 
farther on the bigger stores, and in the middle- 
People! 

I was glad I had on a cool dress and laughed to 
myself when I thought of how just last night I 
had arrived in a winter dress and sweater, and now 
I was thousands of miles away from the frozen 
North. It seemed like a dream. 

Suddenly I felt someone nudge my elbow and I 
head a woman's voice, "Missy, want dis necklace? 
See de nice shells? Maybe de nice basket?" 

She pushed one of her woven baskets at me. Can 
a tourist resist being enticed to buy these things she 
would probably never see again after her two 
short weeks' holiday was over? Not knowing the 
monetary system I held out my hand with several 
coins in it, and the woman took what she wanted. 

With a cheerful "Thank yo', Missy," she plodded 
off after another tourist, I was left holding a, 
brightly-coloured shell necklace in my hand. 

I looked around again at the multi-coloured 
costumes of these friendly people, and noticed a 
woman with an enormous basket balanced easily 
on her dark head, and screaming, "Flyin' fish 
flyin' fish, git yo' flyin' fi s h before dey is all gon'l" 

Was there any place like it ? Certainly, as long as 
1 live, the colour and gaiety of this street will be 
vivid in my memory. 

Betty Taylor, VI B 



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ST. TROPEZ 

St. Tropez is an old fishing town on La Cote 
d'Azure, the Mediterranean coast of France. To 
one entering by car or by scooter it seems like any 
other fishing town along the coast, but once we 
are in St. Tropez and caught by its magic we realize 
that it is really quite different. St. Tropez covers a 
hill that slopes down to meet the Mediterranean. 
On the crest of the hill the ruins of a Roman fort 
overlook both the sea and the mountains. From 
here we often see the sun rise and set. 

St. Tropez is a small town. Its streets are crooked 
and narrow, and its houses look as if they are 
holding each other up. There are two harbours in 
the town — the old fishing harbour from which the 
fishermen still go out every morning at dawn, and 
the new harbour where the modern splendour of 
St. Tropez begins. Here yachts from the world over 
are anchored, having come to compete in the race 
from St. Tropez to San Renio. Not more than forty 
yachts fit in the harbour. When one leaves another 
takes its place. Owners reserve their berths years 
ahead as the harbour is always full, especially when 
Onassis wants to get his 3^acht in ; it is so large that 
the other yachts have to leave the harbour to 
make room for it. 

Along the quays is a wide street where people 
promenade night and day, and where many little 
shops and cafes face the water. The shops, though 
petite, are very exclusive. Of the cafes only one 
is always full, Senequier. Even when there is no 
more room people will never move on to another 
cafe. Chez Senequier people sit for hours chatting, 
eating specialities like cafe legeois or peche 
melba, or just gazing at the yachts, the harbour, 
the sea beyond, and the people walking along the 
quays. Here we see all types of people, mostly 
the French themselves, but what an exceptional 
crowd they make ! 

The women are all strangely beautiful and the 
men intriguing. The women wear either Bikinis, 
shorts or skin-tight cotton pants, a speciality of 
St. Tropez. The women wear no make-up except 
for their eyes; with this and their long hair they 
look very exotic. The men are clad in the skimpiest 
of bathing suits or in light cotton pants with striped 
shirts. Everyone goes barefoot in St. Tropez, and 
everyone has an assortment of straw hats of weird 
shapes and colours. Most of the mornings are spent 
on the white beaches nearby, bathing in the clear 
warm water and acquiring a sun tan. Everyone in 
St. Tropez is very brown and healthy looking. 

Back to Senequier — during the day the most 



popular hours are in the afternoon and early 
evening. We are never bored watching all these 
people, who have a Bohemian air about them. 

As evening comes on everyone disappears for a 
while to have supper and to change into another 
pair of slacks and a shirt. Then — out they all come 
for a promenade on the quays and another aperitif 
Chez Senequier. Now the yachts are all lit up; each 
one seems to be proud and striving to be more 
beautiful than its neighbour. After an hour or so 
things quieten down on the waterfront — but wait! 
Now for the back streets! Here we find dozens of 
little cabarets and cares, each one as noisy as 
possible; everyone is dancing and everyone seems 
to be very gay. We make the rounds every night, 
always meeting the same people until we know 
each other very well. First we go to Pahnir, where 
we dance Le Gallop to the mechanical piano; then 
on to the place between two high stone walls 
where they have the calipso band, and from there to 
the care where a little Latin American band plays 
"Merenghe" and "Cha-Cha-Cha." We go on until 
the early hours of the morning or until we are 
exhausted. Then we make our way to the quays not 
only for a breath of the Mediterranean but also 
for refreshment Chez Senequier. If it is a special 
night we may end it by going to watch the sunrise 
from the old Roman fort on the hilltop before we 
go back to our little hotels. The hotels in St. 
Tropez are few and small. Room service is prac- 
tically non-existent. We make our own beds, but 
the hotel may provide us with a cup of coffee for 
breakfast. And so life goes on in St. Tropez all 
summer. 

Until a few years ago St. Tropez was hardly 
known except to the French. Famous people could 
find refuge there from the newspapers and the 
public. But now, as has inevitably happened in 
many places in Europe, St. Tropez has become 
known to the tourists, especially since Brigitte 
Bardol and Franchise Sagar made it their summer 
headquarters. I spent a summer in St. Tropez and 
was caught in its magic. I hope that the tourists 
have not changed St. Tropez and that when I go 
back a few summers hence it will be the same St. 
Tropez the French have enjoyed for years. 

Ann Smith, VI A. 




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K I N G ' S HALL, C M PTUX 



UNDERWATER WONDERLAND 

I was .sitting in a canoe with my brothers Jay 
and Chris when Dad gave the signal of approval. 
We had reached a good fishing ground. We slipped 
into the water with masks, fins, guns, and knives. 
There were many caves, and several fathoms down 
we saw a beautiful brown sand shark sleeping on 
the sandy bottom. This type of shark is considered 
harmless. His favourite occupation is sleeping or 
basking in the sun, and his food is smaller fish. 
Sharks of this type are very shy, and will nearly 
always leave bathers alone, but is is dangerous to 
have a large bleeding cut. It is also best to have a 
boat nearby when you are spearfishing because the 
smell of blood will attract all sharks, even these. 
Sharks have very poor eyesight, so each shark has a 
dozen or more black and yellow striped pilot fish, 
a few inches long to guide him. 

On this particular day we saw many middle-sized 
fish, my favourite being the parrot fish. These are 
from six inches to two feet in length. They have 
many colours, chiefly pink and turquoise. They 
have not any real teeth, but something that looks 
like rabbit teeth to scrape the moss off rocks for 
their food. 

The most exciting moment of this expedition was 
when Dad shot a lovely barracuda seven feet long. 
He had a tough struggle to hang onto it. The 
barracuda is very ferocious and is known as the 
"tiger of the sea." He will attack almost anything, 
and is a flesh-eater. He is especially dangerous 
when wounded. He is very curious, also; sometimes 
loo curious. In spite of his nasty nature he is 
beautiful — silvery in colour and long and slim. 

Mum's favourite fish, besides the very small ones, 
are the leopard rays. She called us over to look at 
three of these gliding peacefully around in circles. 
They are quite harmless and are black with white 
spots. They swim in a graceful way by moving their 
wings up and down. Their faces, different from the 
sting rays', are cute. The wing spread, from tip to 
tip, is about five feet. Sting rays are all black and 
can do much harm with the six inch barb at the 
base of their tails. Dad, a few years ago, shot one 
of the largest sting rays recorded, weighing two 
hundred and four pounds. When these rays are 
frightened, or just playing, they will often leap 
many feet into the air. 

A real menace to divers is the sea urchin. The 
black ones are just a mass of needles, and if you 
step on one, the needles go into your foot and cannol 
be taken out. Within a few days they dissolve, bu1 
they are quite painful. Along with sea urchins there 



are types of corals that can cause great irritation. 
The only way to avoid this nuisance is to become 
thoroughly familiar with the different corals. Still 
another underwater danger is the lion fish. He is 
covered with what looks like prickles and horns. 
His sting is very poisonous; if it is not treated 
immediately it can kill a person in three days. It is 
hard to watch out for these fish as they blend with 
their surroundings and are not very large. 

Eels may also be dangerous, and will many times 
attack you if you are too near their home. The 
moray eel is common in the Carribean and has a 
sticky, poisonous secretion on the teeth. When it 
bites, the slime does the worst harm. At night Jay, 
Chris and I fish with a hook and line and each 
night we usually catch two or three of these. 

Another interesting fish is the porcupine fish. 
These are about one foot long and have little 
needles all over them. When they are scratched, 
tickled, frightened or attacked they blow up just 
like balloons and all of their needles stick out. 
When a diver shoots one it also blows up, so at 
home in Jamaica we bought three dozen blown up 
ones which we dried, sprayed with beautiful 
colours, and used as Christmas tree decorations. 

These are just a few of the millions of fish I have 
seen or heard about; these are the most common. 
The sea is so fantastically different, and so much 
more beautiful than our world above the surface, 
that you can only know what it is really like by 
seeing it for yourself. 

Cheryl Ltjmiere, Y A. 

ON OBSERVING SMOKERS 

Have you ever been at a, party, and either 
because you were bored stiff or because you liked 
doing it, watched different people smoke? This can 
develop into a fascinating hobby— smoke-watching. 
After a, few parties' practice you will discover that 
all smokers fall into four main categories. The most 
noticeable are the "puffers," then" the "holders," 
the "chewers" and finally the "fiends." 

"Puffers" are the people who sit at parties near 
an ashtray, taking a quick puff on a cigarette and 
who almost before the smoke has travelled the 
length of (he new kingsized filter cigarette have 
blown it out. This initial puff is then followed in 
quick succession by four or five equally satisfying 
ones. The ashes are then quickly and nervously 
dropped into the ashtray and the whole action 
is repeated. After about one week's watching at 
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"puffers" routine. Some don't drop their ashes as 
quickly. Some take three instead of four or five 
rapid puffs. But the general effect of blowing out 
through a cigarette instead of inhaling is achieved 
by all. 

The next group is the "holders." These are 
usually the people who are nervous and want to 
do something with their hands. Cigarettes, being an 
easy thing to hold, are most often used. Most 
"holders" would probably be violently ill if they 
were ever forced to smoke a whole cigarette. Pseudo- 
sophistocates are often "holders." These people 
feel it completes their costumes to have a glowing 
cigarette in their hands. This prop is then waved 
gracefully around in order that everyone may 
notice it. A slight variation to this routine is the 
use of a foot-long cigarette-holder. This enables 
the user to gesture much more dramatically and 
also gives a bit of the Auntie Mame lift to his oi- 
lier appearance. Another reason that some people 
become "holders" is that they would probably go 
stark, raving mad if they had to sit quietly through 
a long, dull party. The holding of a cigarette gives 
them a chance to move their hands, get up in 
search of ashtrays, or if the party is really grim- 
they can always escape, saying they're just going 
to the corner to get their special brand. 

"Chewers" are another interesting type of 
smoker. These come in two distinct classes — those 
who chew cigars, and those who chew cigarettes. A 
cigar-chewer is usually found seated in a large 
comfortable armchair placed near odour-absorbing 
drapes. This makes him a huge success with the 
hostess the next morning. The "chewer" sits 
happily gnawing away on the end of his cigar 
almost as though it were a delicious steakbone. 
This part doesn't bother most smoke-watchers. It's 
when the "chewer" gesticulates with his soggy, 
pulpy mass of Cuban imported tobacco that they 
begin to cringe. The cigar-chewer always leaves his 
chewed remains behind in your lovely new ashtrays, 
and it's always in the one that later falls in your 
best chair. The cigarette-chewer is actually more 
interesting than the cigar-chewer. This person is 
the real reason why filters were invented for cig- 
arettes. Do you actually think that a filter was 
invented to let only "the mellow, golden flavour" 
through, and to keep out the tars and nicotine? 
The real reason for filters is to make the chewer 
less noticeable and neater. Instead of twenty- 
thousand tiny filter traps you really have a glorified 
mint flavoured sponge. This gives the "chewer" the 
added enjoyment of a minty chew and the benefit 
of a neater appearance. "Chewers" are usually 



seen talking in groups with other people, their 
cigarette rotating gently from corner of their 
mouths in an oval, orbit. There's something about 
a "chewer" that gives him a dominating, perse- 
vering air. 

The fourth type of smoker is (lie "fiend." The 
"fiend" enjoys smoking, or at least he looks as 
though he does. The "fiend" can usually be seen 
sitting by himself, hunched over a table laden with 
lighters, ashtrays, and cigarettes. A steady cloud 
of grey-white smoke rises above him and envelopes 
his part of the room. The "fiend" has an expression 
on his face that can only be described as "fiendish." 
I suppose that's where the word originated. He hears 
nothing, sees nothing and is conscious only of the 
supreme satisfaction he is getting from that rapidly 
diminishing pack of cigarettes. If you have been 
watching carefully you will discover that every 
once and a while the "fiend" will lean back and 
relax for a moment. This is in order that he may 
recover from that last, lung-penetrating puff. 

Of course you must realize that some people do 
smoke properly, but they only ruin the fun and are 
the plague of all smoke-watchers. Imagine what 
agony you would be put through if you were at a 
boring party and everybody knew how to smoke 
properly. It will never happen though; therefore 
at the next dull gathering you attend look around 
the room carefully and see if you can pick out the 
"puffers," the "holders," the "chewers" and the 
"fiends." Smoke-watching really makes a wonder- 
ful hobby. 

Dianne IIorxig, Matric. 






ALL IS NOT GOLD THAT GLITTERS 

There are things that glitter brighter than 
gold:— a mother's love for her children, a star in a 
dark sky, the sun's reflection on a calm lake, 
morning dew, and hoar-frost on the grass, the soft 
brown of a. cocker's eyes, soapsuds in a dishpan, 
sun shining through stained-glass windows, snow- 
flakes on a bright calm day, white sand on a 
tropical beach, a rainbow in a cloudless sky, rain- 
drops on a window pane. These give a glitter far 
brighter than gold. These shine longer and are 
always remembered no matter where we go or 
what we do. 

JosETTE COCHAND, VI B. 



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THE WEDDING 

The tiny stone church .stood alone, its buck 
comfortably ensconced in the cool shade of a holily 
beautiful little graveyard, hut its face quite ex- 
posed to the seething sunset and the dust from the 
lane which wandered past it. But the dust brought 
a soft grey light to caress the ancient building, and 
the cheery whistling of a man, striding up the road, 
accompanied the gentle swaying of the trees. He 
bounded up the steps, yanked open the door, and 
stepped into the cool darkness within. 

The old rector was busily dusting the candlesticks 
on the altar and did not hear the stranger who stood 
for a moment in the centre of the church, quietly 
absorbing its holiness and beauty. Then the door 
creaked behind him and a light footstep told him 
that his bride was coming to him. Speechless, he 
took her hand and they walked slowly up the 
aisle. 

When they were married and the rector had 
pronounced them man and wife, still hand in hand, 
they went outside in the twilight. They stood on 
the cool grass in front of the little church and looked 
about them. They did not embrace; the moment 
was too sacred for that. They stood together in 
the half-light, surrounded with beauty, too moved 
even to think coherently. A door slammed at the 
back of the church and they were alone. 

All nature held its breath. The soft sound of the 
leaves murmuring to each other as they stirred in 
the arms of the great, green trees was a. whispered 
promise of peace and love. The man and woman- 
God's creatures — stood motionless, their hearts full 
to overflowing with the searing pain of humanity's 
imperfect joy. And suddenly the air was full of 
music; the exquisite song of a whippoorwill 
bathed their souls in beauty and soared to the 
heights in its purity. And they looked at each other, 
content with their lot, happy in their love, and 
walked down the lane into the darkness. 

Ruth Peverley, Matric. 
-»x«- 
TO A HORSE 

His name is Gil, he's a ten year old; 

He has a manner lhat's striking and bold. 

He can clear four-foot jumps with freedom and ease 

And he's as willing to go as the wind and the breeze. 

He's gentle as a kitten and smart as a fox; 
His colour is strawberry roan with two while sox. 
He has a lovely gait and gives a smooth ride, 
And when I'm on Gil he gives me great pride. 

Gill IVTacLaren, VI 15. 



THE SEA 

To those who have never seen the sea, it probably 
means just a great expanse of salt water, but to 
those who have lived on the .sea practically all their 
lives, it means home. When I leave the Newfound- 
land airport, the last thing I see is the sea washing 
upon the beach which lies parallel to the runway, 
and when I return, the first thing I look for is the 
sea beating upon a rocky coastline far below me. 

To me the sea is like a capricious woman, always 
changing her moods. Sometimes, when she is angry, 
the white-capped breakers beat savagely against the 
shore and the turbulent water looks grey. As the 
sleeting rain meets the lashing waves and the sea 
gulls circle madly overhead, it seems as though the 
sea is vindictive for some wrong it has suffered. 
Gay and vivacious at times, the sea shows another 
of her moods. The sun shining on the frothy white- 
caps of the now almost blue sea, makes the drops 
of water sparkle like millions of dazzling, beautiful 
diamonds. As the waves hit the beach, little sprays 
fly up inviting someone to join the sea in her 
frolic. The gulls, gaily swooping and diving, are 
happy to oblige. 

Fog— a common word to a Newfoundlander — is 
the sea's constant companion. Like a shroud it 
covers everything until the distant headland is 
barely discernible. ( )n such occasions the sea adapts 
herself to the mood of the fog. The colour of the 
water changes to include green, grey and blue all 
at once; the waves lap the shore languidly, and 
capturing little pebbles in their grasp roll them 
into the waiting sea. Everything is grey and dingy 
and the white gulls, now slower than usual, contrast 
sharply against the bleakness of the scene. 

The sea has many moods — some boisterous, some 
calm. Each one seems more beautiful and meaning- 
ful than (he last. True beauty defies description 
and to me, the sea, in whatever mood, is too lovely 
and mysterious to be aptly described. 

Judy House, VI A. 

( From page 33) 

V A FORM REPORT 
ANSWERS 



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A WINDY DAY 

The salt in the air .seemed to sting my face as 
I walked along the top of the wand dunes which 
line a lovely stretch of beach. The coarse, sparse 
grass seemed to just barely cling to the sandy 
earth. It is forced to sway back and forth in the 
wake of a gusty wind until I think it is going to 
give way any second. Suddenly, almost beneath my 
feet, a crab scurries under a leaf and buries itself 
in the sand. It quickly disappears as the wind 
sweeps the sand over it. 

The sky is stormy. The white-caps on the waves 
seem to be reaching out to the sky. The vastness 
of the scene makes me want to strain my eyes and 
look farther and farther. On either side of me are 
two estuaries which look as if they are pushing 
themselves out to sea, but in spite of their attempts 
they are being pushed back. 

Seaweed and pebbles are washed up over my 
feet as I near the water. The waves seem to get 
more and more adventurous with the rising tide. A 
piece of wood is washed up in front of my eyes. 1 1 
is gnarled and twisted and looks as if it has with- 
stood many rough seas and winds. 

Suddenly, seeming to sweep down from nowhere, 
the sea-gulls fill the air with their loud, hoarse 
cries. As I look at them their graceful bodies rising 
and falling, I realize I am seeing one of God's 
most graceful creatures. They sail on the wind and 
are almost unearthy in their beauty. 

The dunes steadily change their shape as the 
wind swirls the sand around my feet before carrying- 
it away. The rain appears far off in the distance, 
sweeping across the ocean. The sea now grows 
dark and foreboding. The whole scene sends a 
strange feeling through me as 1 survey the rough 
landscape of the dunes and the angry face of the 

Jennifer Patton, VI A. 

THE STEEPLECHASER 

1 can hear the thump of the horse's heart 
As he nears the gate all ready to start; 
The signal is given; he's begun his run 
With beauty and spirit to know only fun. 
He's up to a brush with his gallant stride, 
He's over the first with his legs stretched wide. 

Twenty or thirty beating the track, 
Each one fighting his most for the plaque. 
The louder the cries, the faster they fly; 
Some horses fall out, some flounder, some die. 
But one that is left and is loved best of all 
Is the colt Rangi Rex, so bold, strong and tall. 
Virginia Xfchols, VI B. 



LA BOHEME? 

1 1 seems that the latest trend is to become a 
'Bohemian.' I had always thought (hat a Bohemian 
was a person who was trying to escape attention 
by reverting to the natural ways and trying to 
be as inconspicuous as possible; however, the other 
day I had my first glimpse of two who were 
obviously trying to be Bohemians, and I am sure 
that one could not fail to notice them in any crowd. 
I had been shopping and as it was getting rather 
late I decided to take a shorter route home down 
one of the less frequented streets of Montreal. 
Suddenly I noticed a man and woman come out 
of a cafe and walk towards me. I doubt that I 
have ever seen such an odd looking couple in my 
life. The woman was tall and slender. The first 
thing I noticed about her was her hair. It was jet 
black, perfectly straight and hung in thick strands 
past her shoulders. As she came closer I noticed 
that her face was extremely white except for her 
eyes, which were huge and very black. She had 
thick black eye-lashes and eye-brows. Her mouth 
was also white, and the contrast of her dark eyes 
against her white face gave her an expression of 
tragic sadness. She was dressed completely in 
black including dark stockings. Her clothes hung 
loosely on her slight frame and I felt that if a 
strong wind were to blow she would lie picked up 
like a feather and carried with it. Never once in 
the minutes I watched her did her facial expression 
change. She seemed like a painted poster 
representing the evil black lady in a fairy story. 
The man beside her was completely different. He 
looked more like a slightly above average 'bum'! 
His clothes were baggy and very faded. His shirt 
hung down below his jacket and his trousers were 
of worn corduroy. His beard rivalled Pup Van 
Winkle's, but his eyes seemed to have a gay 
twinkle, and I felt that he would laugh merrily at 
almost any attempt at humour. In fact it was 
probably the contrast between him and his death- 
like companion that made this couple most notice- 
able to the passer-by. 

I must admit that this unexpected look at two 
Bohemian-struck human beings killed any desire 
that I might have had to fall in with the trend. 
Helen Gibb-Carsley, Matric. 

Hallowe'en by Margot McMurrieh VI A 
C The Johatms' Sugar Camp by Virginia Nichols 
R A Bedroom Scene by Judy House 

E Red Cross Night by Carol Salmon 

D V A Christmas Carols by Carol Sonne 

I Hula-hoop by Carol Sonne 

T Matric Entertainment by Jennifer Patton 

S The Skating Rink by Helen Hand 

The Snow Hui by Joan Wlghtman 



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THE MAGIC OF NEW LIFE 

Memorable moments occur throughout our lives. 
We may not always realize how really tender these 
moments are at the time, but when we look back on 
them affectionately we can live them again and 
again. Those I cherish most are connected with 
new beginnings. 

How distinct in my memory is the day, many 
years ago, when I saw the birth of what was to be 
my very own foal. For hours I sat with the farmer, 
speechless, anxious, and a trifle nervous. True, 
living on a farm had taught me how to bring many 
different animals into the world, but a colt that I 
had already named "Lightning" was to be mine, 
and mine alone. Lightning was to be a thorough- 
bred, a racer, and a close friend; these dreams and 
many more revolved through my head during that 
last agonizing hour. At last the foal arrived, and 
having been well instructed on foal birth I was 
given complete command of the situation. How- 
proud I was that I had brought something precious 
into the world myself, and how carefully would I 
raise this foal, break it in, and look after its every 
whim. 

As it lay wide-eyed and shivering in the stiff 
hay, large salt tears rolled down my cheeks — not 
only through happiness but through love and pride. 
It was such a darling thing — gentle, fragile, and 
most exquisitely built! How I thought God loved 
me then to give me such a gift as this when I had 
done nothing in return. Then, with an unexplainable 
thrill, I lifted the little creature to its feet and 
carried it to its mother's head; I kissed it quickly, 
and darted from the barn to tell my friends. 

Every form of new life brings the same un- 
explainable thrill, especially early spring. The 
particular moment of spring I'm thinking about has 
no flowers or even robins, but it has a sun that 
makes you tingle with its warmth. Everywhere you 
look, little squares of snow are sinking one by one 
down to the level of the grass where they sparkle 
a few minutes and then melt. Little rivers and 
lakes of crystal snow-water make their way 
through crevices in the sugar snow, and the leaves 
of last autumn can just be recognized by their soft 
golden-yellow shining contentedly where the rivers 
become estuaries and turbulent deltas. Everywhere 
you tread your feet sink, and water rushes out 
around your boots as if a plug had been pulled, and 
when you look back you don't see familiar foot 
prints but oblong, miniature lakes each with a 
tint of blue reflected from the royal sky above. 
Icicles are fascinating at this time of the spring. 



They drip freely into the vanishing snow beneath, 
and each drop is a star in itself. Then there's that 
low rumble of falling snow from the roof-tops and 
the disconcerting shuffle when it reaches its destina- 
tion. Oh, if only this moment came oftener than 



once a yeai 



We have all held our breath at the enchantment 
of another new beginning — the entrance of the 
bride when she arrives at the church surrounded 
by flowers, net, pastel colours, and the delicate 
perfume of her bouquet. All heads are turned, the 
whispering ceases, the doors are flung open, and a 
strange silence falls over the congregation. The 
bridesmaids enter in their flouncy dresses, but 
behind them is the glory of all, a frightened but 
smiling, pretty face, under which flows a cloud of 
white and lace, while cheeky slippers peek en- 
quiringly from the wine-red carpet. Then our mind 
returns to the front of the church, the music 
begins, the procession continues, and the magic of 
the "first glance" vanishes. 

Kate Reed, Matric. 

WILD ONE 

She was a wild mare. She stood out of the herd 
and grazed quietly by herself at the edge of a 
lonely brook. Sensing my presence, she raised her 
head with a jerk. Her muscles tensed, ready to run. 
Her ears came forward and her nostrils expanded so 
much that I could see the rosy red within. She 
was dressed all in black, with a blaze of white on 
her forehead. Her long black mane waved horizon- 
tally across her thick neck, and her tail flew up now 
and then to punish an annoying fly. As I was still, 
she finally lowered her head slowly; however, she 
was still aware that something was not as it should 
be. In the background the brood mares grazed 
lazily, every now and then lifting their heads and 
chewing grass at the same time. The mare began 
to wander towards the stream with her graceful 
neck thrust out, so that her well-formed head 
seemed to cover her chest. I moved slightly. Then 
suddenly up came her head, her ears moved back 
and forth, signifying she was now on the alert. She 
caught sight of me. Her forelegs wheeled to the 
left. She paused. In one quick motion she was 
galloping. Her forelegs stretched out straight. Her 
muscles strained against her sleek body. Her fore- 
legs met and parted. Her mane and tail flew like 
waving wheat. Her powerful shoulders went quickly 
back and forth. She disappeared from view, leaving 
the other mares grazing nonchalantly. After all, they 
had seen a human being before. 

Diane Newman, VI A. 



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ENCHANTING MOMENTS 

Enchanting moments are thrilling and stirring 
moments, when your whole emotional being trans- 
ports yon into a separate world of fantasy. Enchan- 
ting moments do not always till people with 
ecstasy, hut they sometimes make them feel proud 
or make them want to hurst with joy. To me 
enchanting moments might be in watching my 
children grow up, each day hoping that they might 
be moulded into more pure and upright persons, 
but I am going to write about an enchanting 
moment from my own childhood. I was about 
eight years old. 

It was two o'clock on a blue and gold afternoon, 
and I was to be married! We were living at the 
time in a little cream and black cottage in the 
country, which seemed to be nestled in a cluster 
of pine and spruce trees. Our next door neighbour 
was to be my husband, and we were to be made 
man and wife in a delicate alcove of bushes. Ten 
people came to our "wedding." I had a white 
sheet draped down like a train over my smock 
dress, and a tiara carefully arranged with pine 
needles. Jonathan, my bride-groom, was clad in 
an army uniform with a sword in a scabbard. Of 
course I wore Mummy's high heeled shoes, and 
had also used her lipstick generously. The brides- 
maids had tiny clusters of pansies as bouquets and 
T had some lilacs. They all wore quilted dressing- 
gowns. 

Well, by the time the procession was ready, I was 
so enthralled by the thought of being married in a 
few minutes that nothing could have distrubed me. 
We walked across the dainty bridge edged with 
daisies and on through the woods. All was very 
solemn and still except for the chirping of birds and 
for a striped chipmunk that scurried in front of us 
rustling the dead leaves, and disappearing in the 
hollow of an oak tree. 

We arrived at our destination, a little sheltered 
spot, in the woods, which appeared very sacred to 
us. There was no real ritual to our ceremony as 
far as the daughter being given away by her father 
was concerned, but we thought it right for the 
minister, my younger brother, to pronounce us 
Mi-, and Mrs. Roosevelt. I was in a complete daze 
of excitement. The thought of being a mother 
enraptured me, and now I would have to keep 
house! We all went to our tree house in the woods 
and had the reception — ice-cream and sponge cake. 

Walking home hand in hand, we were both so 
very happy and the day was so beautiful that we 
forgot we were only young school children and 



that we had "made believe," until we neared the 
brook and heard Mummy calling, "Belinda, time 
for tea, dear." 

I suddenly came out of my enchantment and ran 
through the primrose gate into Mummy's arms 
and told her of my unforgettable afternoon. We 
walked inside our cozy little cottage and closed the 
door on an afternoon of Enchanting Moments. 

Judy Hingston, Matric. 

MOODS OF THE SEA 

Have you ever stood high above the water on a 
bluff and watched the waves crash against the 
rocks? Have you seen them shoot up like geysers 
into the air sending salt, swell, and colour into the 
sky? Have you seen that same sea pound, pound, 
pound against the flat beach only a few miles 
away ? Watching the sea we gain confidence in 
ourselves, and the troubled world around becomes 
inconsequential. Look how the sea rolls unceasingly 
in and out with time! 

Did you ever stand on a sandy beach that 
stretches for miles in all directions and watch the 
sea-gulls swoop and dive for food ? They glide and 
manipulate their wings with more grace and ease 
than any human ballet-dancer. Have you watched 
the grey shadows of these birds cast on the clear 
green water? Have you ever seen the tiny rivulets 
of water course their way to the waterline when the 
tide is out ? These infinitely numerous channels 
criss-cross one another on the damp, hard-packed 
sand, dividing the greal expanse of land into 
myriads of different shapes. 

And oh, how cunning the sea is when it creeps 
up to the bathers on the hot sand and with one 
extra push, drenches them with frigid water! 

The tides are deceiving for the water seems to 
beat on the same place, when in actual fact, little 
by little it creeps back and forth between the high 
and low tide points. What fun it is to stand on the 
edge when the water is receding and bury your feet 
in the sand! Suddenly, you catch your breath and 
feel the earth slipping away from you as sand and 
water are drawn out to (he sea. 

The colours of the sea change from day to day 
and sometimes, from hour to hour. The shades of 
grey, green, and blue are innumerable and have 
been the objects of the artist's imagination for 
centuries. I think it is only those who live by the 
sea all year round who know all the moods of this 
phenomenon as it changes with the passing seasons. 
Charlotte Stevens, Y\ A. 



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CANADIAN AUTUMN 

Sitting in an- room I heard a scratching noise at 
my window. Curiously I went to investigate the 
sound and found it to be a branch of the old maple 
tree tapping to and fro in the wind. For a moment 
I gazed at the twig, and for the first time I 
noticed a few leaves pulling free and swirling to the 
ground. Autumn was setting in. As I looked toward 
the hill in the distance I saw a shade of yellow 
blending with orange— then red! The sun was 
shining outside and life did not seem to have 
changed, but in three weeks there would probably 
be a bitter west wind. The leaves would be madly 
tossing to the ground, and I would likely be out 
raking them to be tossed into the bonfire. The sky 
would be grey and the clouds would be moving 
swiftly across it. Noisy chattering would be heard 
as the squirrel was fighting with his neighbour over 
the huge acorn at the top of the tree. They would 
be collecting their food for the long winter months. 
Across the sky in groups and swarms we would see 
every variety of bird migrating south. At the club 
there would be no more tennis — no more sailing at 
the lake three miles away — no more colour to 
represent our Canadian autumn. 

Diana Gordon, VI 11 

IMPRESSIONS OF ZAMBULA 

AND 

THE PLATINUM PLATYPUS FROM PLUTO 

There is nothing I like better on a beautiful, 
sunny clay, than to shut myself in a dark cinema 
and watch two of Hollywood's masterpieces. A 
typical double feature might contain films marked 
thus: "The Platinum Platypus from Pluto" and 
"Zambula." I am shrewd in my choice. Unlike the 
innocent, I realize that "Zambula" is not an exotic 
movie of some foreign escapade, as the name 
implies, but a "rip-roarin' Western." This deceptive 
name disguises the type of movie in order to lure 
Western-haters to the theatres. Fans who are too 
familiar to be misled come anyway. Nor is the 
"Platinum Platypus from Pluto" a twentieth 
century marvel-film, but again a tale of the Old 
West in different clothes, (to put it figuratively). 
Now settle down for four hours of "action-packed 
thrills." 

"Zambula" begins with a "heart-warming" 
scene. A covered wagon rolls westward; the clip- 
clop of horses' hooves can be heard in time to 
loud soldierly music. Betsy-Lou whips the horses 
with her lily-white hands, encouraging them on- 



ward with "Hah, git on ya whippersnappers!" Pa, 
seated beside her, regards her with as much love 
as a terrible actor can muster. Tears fill my eyes 
at this gentle sight. Suddenly the soldierly music 
stops. Wild cries and bandits rush ou1 of no- 
where — the Kicking Kid is in the lead. (I can tell 
because bad men are always dressed in black.) 
Betsy's Pa has been wounded and the wagon burnt 
when the music begins again louder and louder. 
Davy Crocket in all his glory rides to the rescue. 
Betsy-Lou looks lovely, not a hair out of place or a 
wrinkle in her expensive dress! No wonder Davy is 
flabbergasted at the sight of her. (Ladies, if you 
could but follow her example!) 

She shrieks, "David, ya'll be killed!" as he fights 
the Kicking Kid. 

Who will win? Who will win? Surely not our 
hero? But wait! (My heart is pounding). No- 
Yes — Davy has killed the evil Kicking Kid. 

Just then old Pa chokes. He is dying. What is 
he trying to say? It can't be! He begs Betsy's 
forgiveness; he planned the attack himself so that 
he could get insurance money for his old chuck 
wagon. ("How clever this plot is," I think to 
myself). With this confession, Pa bids farewell to 
the world and clutches his heart and dies in the 
arms of Betsy-Lou. Hollywood must have Pa die! 
He is basically good, so he can't go to jail; however 
he cannot be let off scott-free. Death is the only 
answer. The music grows to a harmonious cres- 
cendo as Betsy-Lou and Davy walk arm-in-arm 
into the future grinning at each other with their 
capped teeth. The end. Wasn't that exciting! 

Suddenly we are brought into the land of to- 
morrow. As I said before, "The Platinum Platypus 
from Pluto" is a specialized Western. Betsy-Lou 
and Pa are in a space ship instead of a chuck 
wagon. Betsy is called Mercana and Pa is a mad 
scientist with an extra syllable added to his name- 
Papa. The Platinum Platypus, alias the Kicking 
Kid, terrorizes all. Spacy Tracy is another name 
for Davy Crocket. Since the plot is exactly the 
same as the other one, I shall not bother to repeat 
myself. It's so much fun to see the same story 
again, because now I know what's going to happen. 

At the end of the entire performance I marvel 
at Hollywood. How could they be so original? 
Their films, because never the same, attract 
million of intelligent people like me. So much do 
we idolize the actors that we even adopt their 
traits and talk like the characters they play. 

Thus, as Betsy-Lou would say, "So long, 
Pardner!" 

Gale Davis, Matric. 



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DEFINITION OF A TEEN-AGER 

A Teenager: Noun, Feminine: one who tails 
between the ages of twelve and twenty; someone 
who can be messy, demanding, juvenile, haughty, 
coy, noisy, mature, shy, hysterical, and humble — 
all in the space of a few minutes; a person who is 
usually seen in "faded blues" and an enormous 
shirt kidnapped from a bewildered father; one who 
chews gum most indiscreetly and rides in ostenta- 
tiously-coloured cars belonging to the "hot rod' 
class; a person who is noisy when silence is essential 
—quiet when she is asked to speak; one who hears 
what she shouldn't, yet becomes conveniently deaf 
when it suits her; someone whose vocabulary 
contains such words as "cool," "man," "Daddy-O," 
"f antabulous, " "divine," "crazy cat," "yah," 
"yummy," "rock'n'roll," "hot," "hep," and "jive"; 
a person who consumes an unusually large amount 
of food in an unusually short amount of time; one 
who can go without sleep for four or five days and 
remain undaunted; one who leaves her room in a 
manner usually associated with the destruction 
done by hurricanes or tornadoes; a person who is 
sure she knows more than anyone else in the world, 
especially where parents are concerned; one who 
has the knack of being oblivious of the fact that 
there are other people in the world besides herself, 
and getting away with it sometimes! This is a 

teenager! _, ,, 

Susan ( iOrdon, VI A. 

MY HOME 

( )n glancing at the real-estate advertisements in a 
newspaper, one is very apt to come across the word 
home. To me, a home is made, not by bricks and 
mortar, but by the people who live in it, look after 
it, and cherish it. A home consists of family and 
friends and the atmosphere they create. Tin 1 
atmosphere of my summer home is one of laughter 
and gaiety. All summer long it is full of relations 
and friends. Al the beginning of the holiday only 
the immediate family is present and the house is 
peaceful and quiet. I ne large picture windows look 
out onto the bay and search for I he boal bringing 
the guests. The garden gets ready to be admired as 
I he flowers quicken their growth so thai they may 
be blooming and nodding a, welcome to the yearly 
visitors. Still shining from the spring cleaning with 
the bear rugs as yet unruffled, the inside of the 
house gets ready loo as it eagerly anticipates I he 
arrival of guests. For no wonder! 1 1 lias been 
empty, cold and lonely for nearly a year; no wonder 
it welcomes first the family, then Hie guests. 



Suddenly we see the boat round the point, 
and we rush to the wharf to meet our friends. 
Soon we shall all be back, and everything in the 
home— dogs wagging their tails and smiling, the 
natural wood walls shining, the fire merrily 
crackling, the same barometer pointing to good 
weather— everything helps our home to live up to 
its name, "A Thousand Welcomes." 

During the course of the all-too-short summer we 
are swept along in a mad wave of gaiety, and ours 
is a happy home. People "dropping in" by day, 
teen-agers tiptoeing in "in the wee sma' hours," and 
the "Where have you been last night?" create 
the wonderfully happy atmosphere that comes 
when people enjoy themselves. 

Too soon conies the day of the last boat, too 
soon tilings are packed and put away, and too 
soon we leave. The house seems to sigh and say a 
mute good-bye, with its reflecting eyes, to the 
family it has sheltered for another summer. Now 
it must wait for Thanksgiving and then it must 
take a last look at the bay, for our home's eyes will 
be shuttered and it will settle back and wait, as 
in sleep, for spring. 

Janet Beattie, VI A. 

TRANSPORTATION 
IN THE YEAR TWO THOUSAND 

What does the future have in store for us? 
Scientists predict that travel to the moon will 
become an everyday procedure within the next 
twenty years. Other men of learning have dreamed 
of interplanetary highways enclosed in transparent 
tunnels. Transportation will be many times faster 
than it is to-day because cars and other vehicles 
will have jet propulsion. These are only a few of 
I he future ideas which have captured the minds of 
many great thinkers of our times. 

.biles Verne, a French author who lived in the 
early nineteenth century, turned the thought of 
space travel over in his mind and wrote a book, 
From Earth to Moon. People scoffed at the idea 
and thought that he was either a genius or a mad 
man. His dreams were those of the future- they 
looked forward, not backward. Part of his predic- 
tion of space travel has come true with the coming 
ot the Russian Sputniks and American missiles, 
but what of the other part ? 

Xo one really knows the answer to this question. 
Time will (ell in years to come whether or not the 
possibility of space travel will become a reality. 

Sandy Miller, Y A. 



CONCEPTION BAY AT SUNSET 

The sea coast at .sunset indeed can present a 
magnificent scene. Standing on a high rock, I can 
feel the vastness and magnificence of the ocean 
below me. In the foreground I see three large 
iron-ore ships whose shadows are reflected plain- 
ly on the quiet water. In the far distance are 
barely visibile softly-rolling hills, looking blue 
through the mist of the evening. In front of these 
lie three islands, of which one — Bell Island— is gay 
with street lights and lights from the various 
buildings. Travelling slowly across the "Tickle" is 
the "Kipawa" making her hourly run back from 
Bell Island to Portage Cove. 

The grey rocks, tinged with reds, blues and 
greens, protrude from the water and are a symbol 
of home to me. Here on the hillsides behind these 
rocks the Newfoundland fishermen have built their 
homes. Here also I can see the fish-flakes and the 
motor boats. I can see scores of men, women and 
children mooring boats, hanging up fish-nets, and 
closing doors of the "cleaning houses" in the last 
preparations for the night. Others have already 
finished their tasks and are climbing the hills to 
their homes. 

A cool night breeze is beginning to make very 
gentle ripples on the water, and the waves seem 
to ebb and to run faster. Overhead the last sea-gulls 
are calling as they fly to their nests on the rocks. 
From my perch I hear the waves hitting the shore 
as if to say, "I am sorry; I am sorry." 

The sky is vividly painted with various shades 
of red, orange, blue, and green. All these are re- 
flected in the sea. I feel as though everything were 
about to burst into flames. The sun is making its 
last appearance through the clouds; Slowly, slowly, 
it is sinking to rest — now it has vanished! I am 
completely awed by the serenity of this view, and 
I feel a tranquillity which I shall long associate 
with the beauty of Conception Bay. 



MY MOST MEMORABLE MEAL 

Out in Vancouver one evening in late Augusl my 
father and I got into the car and drove over 
the Lion's Gate Bridge in West Vancouver. We 
were to pay a visit to an Indian reservation where I 
had what I think was the most memorable meal 
of my life. There was uothing special aboul the 
service — no lace tablecloths nor linen napkins, no 
beautifully decorated china nor crystal wine-glasses. 
Instead, we ate our food off wooden plates and 
drank from wooden mugs in the tepee of the 
Indian Chief. We sat on soft cushions on the 
ground, the earth being our only table. For the 
first course we had smoked salmon which had been 
slowly cooked over a smoldering fire. It had the 
most delicious taste of smoke and butter, one such 
as I had never experienced before. The outer edges 
were crisp, and the middle was soft and tender. 
With our salmon we were served small muffins, 
which we had watched some Indian women make. 
The dough had been beaten with a rounded piece 
of wood; then shaped and put into a huge roughly- 
constructed oven which had cooked them into the 
tender golden muffins now on our plates. The 
vegetable was corn on the cob- the Indian "maize." 
This had been roasted to perfection over the fire 
by some Indian girls. The beverage was a reddish- 
coloured punch, which- though I'll never know 
what is was made of — was very tasty. We had no 
sooner finished this delicious course than two small 
boys came to us, offering a tempting piece of 
watermelon. It had been grown right on the 
reservation, where it had been tended by the 
Indians, and it was certainly the freshest, most 
delicately-flavoured melon I had ever eaten. After 
this meal, the Chief told us many tales about the 
Indians. Although this meal was not the most 
elaborate of my life, it was undoubtedly the most 
memorable. 

MaRGOT Mf'AIlRRICH, VI A. 



Penny Ayre, VI A. 

WHAT'S NEW 

"What's new ?" This question is repeatedly asked by parents and ( )ld Girls alike, and is usually answered 
with the familiar "Nothing much!" Actually, new things have been happening all year. When we arrived in 
September we found new chenille bedspreads to match the green curtains we had been given last spring. They 
look extremely nice. Upon our return in January we noticed all the new fire equipment. This includes some 
fire doors leading directly from the class-rooms and an extra fire-escape from the north end of the top floor. 
We also have new, very up-to-date fire extinguishers and a new auxiliary pump. 

The most conspicuous new thing is a class-room at the south end of the building connected by a short 
corridor with the south door. A door in the corridor leads outside. We don't know yet which will be the lucky 
Form! The Matrics had a lovely surprise in February. They were given the former laundry room — repainted 
and nicely furnished — as a Matric sitting-room. The laundry is now in the old drying-room, with a modern 
dryer and the most up-to-date equipment. We've been told that the Juniors in the Cottage are allowed to 
stay up a little later on Friday evenings, and they have a dressing-gown breakfast at the Cottage every Sun- 
day morning. As you see, new things have been happening at K.II.C. and will continue to happen. The next 
time you are asked "What's new?" think twice before you answer, "Nothing much!" — B. Shannon, Matric. 



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\ Cottage Evening by Barbara Little 



The Junior Cottage by Janet Simms 



The Juniors at Home by Betty-Jane Punn. 



Cottage Report 



We have a house matron 

Mrs. Welter by name, 

Who has the cottage 

Under her reign. 

She fumes and she splutters 

Whenever one speaks 

Before seven thirty 

When she wakes up from sleep. 

She's in a bad fit 

Until she's had tea, 

And gives some to Lags 

Her brown dog, you see. 

She loves the warm weather 

But she hates the cold, 

And never goes out 

Inless she is told. 

But she makes us stay out 

Till we just about freeze, 

In a wind thai she calls 

A cool winter breeze. 

But come along spring 

When it's warm and it's sunny, 

She's out in the garden 

(And boy! Is it funny!) 
She pulls up the worms 
And the weeds and the snakes, 
And she takes out the leaves 
With hoes and with rakes. 



Her friend at the cottage 
Is really a costie. 
Her first name is Claire 
Her second is Dostie. 
Mile, teaches sewing 
And cooking to us, 
And if something's wrong 
There's really a fuss. 
And if, accidently, 

Her photo you take, 
She just about kills us 

Right there, with no wait. 

But in spite of these things 

It's fun over here; 

The life at the cottage 

Is full of good cheer. 

The Staff lei us up 

Till quarter past eighl , 

And when we are lucky 

Fifteen minutes late. 

And lire-drills are fun, 

We know, and you'll learn, 

When Mad-moi-selle shouts, 

"( iet up or you'll burn!!!" 

But the Staff over here 

Aren't as bad as they seem, 

And we'd like to thank, 

That wonderful team. 

Janet Burgoyne. Y B. 



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VB FORM REPORT 

This year our Form, the VB's, consisted of 
twenty-one girls; namely, Barbara Baker, Cathy 
Wootton, Barbara Savage, Nicola Druce, Caroline 
Massey, Kath MacCulloch, Debby Rankin, Tony 
Sharp, Margaret Glen, Dodie Hornig, Susan 
White, Janet Burgoyne, Emily Black, Lindy Peck, 
Betsy Cox, Frances Budden, Penny Bayly, Dell 
Wilson, Dougie Trudeau, l)i Glass, Sandra Ponder. 

The three Form Captains were Nicola Druce, 
Cathy Wootton, and Emily Black. The three 
Sports Captains were Sandra Ponder, Debby 
Rankin, and Janet Burgoyne. 

This year has been an eventful and enjoyable 
one for the YB'.s. In the Christmas term, with the 
assistance of the IV A's and IV B's we presented a 
Nativity play. On account of the early winter we 
had skiing and other sports before Christmas. 

In the second term we did a lot of skiing and 
skating. Every week we had a Red Cross meeting 
during which we made things to donate to the 
Red Cross; also we enjoyed many entertainments 
put on here by people from outside the school. 

We would very much like to thank our Form 
Mistress, Mrs. Elliott, for helping us with all our 
troubles and making the year so pleasant. 

Thank you, Mrs. Elliott. 

Emily Black, V B. 

A MORNING IN THE FOREST 

All the forest lay quiet. The sun had not yet 
risen, but a grey light which was partly hidden by 
mist, began to filter in from the east. It was getting 
lighter now and the birds were waking, but not 
making too much noise as the sun was still dimmed 
by the heavy blanket of morning mist. 

The creatures that had been out at night came 
slowly back to their homes to rest and sleep in 
preparation for another night's foraging. In the 
heart of the forest, where it was barely light yet, 
a stag rose to his feet sniffing the early-morning 
air and listening cautiously. His ears caught even 
the slightest movement made by the breeze blowing 
gently through the trees, but at the same time his 
nose told him that it was safe to go out and get a 
bite of juicy meadow-grass. A rabbit sat up on his 
haunches and sniffed and listened; his nose and 
ears told him that a fox was near so he scampered 
off to his burrow. 

Now it was much lighter and all the animals were 
awake and looking for food. They knew not what 
dangers or what pleasures they were to face, but 
thus began a day in the life of the forest. 

Sheila Salmond, IV A. 



WINTER SUNRISE 

As the first rays of dawn spread across the 
horizon from the cast announcing the arrival of the 
morning sun, an arch of light floats upward to 
meet the endless stretch of the night skies. From 
silver to pink the colours change, spreading up- 
wards and outwards like the ripples made by a 
falling leaf on a calm lake, making the hills and 
fields, clad in sparklings snow blush. The bare criss- 
cross branches of misty trees make a spider's web 
shadow of a shawl on the white expanse of snow. 
L*p and up the sun rises, up toward the dome oi 
the sky, until half of its rosy face is peeking 
rakishly above the line of the horizon, blazing 
furiously like a forest Are. The peak of its majesty 
is only too soon over and slowly tint surely it rises 
above the world; the flaring colour slowly fading 
into a yellow-gold ball. The sunrise is over and the 
day is well begun. 

Catherine Wootton, V B. 

BEGUIA 

Beguia is an island about eight miles away from 
St. Vincent. It is small, being only six miles by 
eight miles. Like most of the islands off the coast of 
St. Vincent it is very mountainous and beautiful. 
The channel between St. Vincent and Beguia is 
one of the roughest in the world and many war 
ships practise going through it and anchoring in 
Port Elizabeth on its south side. This is a deep 
water harbour and is considered a very good one. 

Along the coast there arc many beaches that are 
lovely for swimming, where beautiful white sand 
and often unusual shells can be found. Also at 
the rivers' mouths small white fish called Tre Tre 
are caught in nets. They are only found when there 
has been what is called "Tre Tie Lightning." This 
fish is a great delicacy as it is found only in St. 
Vincent and Beguia. 

On the island there are many interesting sights 
such as large flocks of wild pigeons and sometimes 
one might see parrots of beautiful hues talking to 
each other in their own language. 

At the north end of the island is a mountain 
called Cinnamon. It is the highest there and from 
the top one can see almost the whole island, which 
is very thinly populated. There is only one town 
and this should really be called a village. ( )ther than 
this the island is mostly forest with a few scattered 
farm houses in the valleys. 

Betty Jane Punnett, IV A. 



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LAKES 

A hike is a place that can be enjoyed by every- 
one, young and old alike. If you like scenery, there 
is nothing more beautiful than watching some ducks 
swimming though the rushes or watching the odd 
piece of driftwood seeking its destination. If 
beauty doesn't arouse your interest, there's 
always a relaxing hour to be spent trying your 
luck with the rod. Of course if your're the type who 
loves sports, you can spend a most enjoyable 
afternoon .swimming or water skiing. These are 
just a few of the many things to be enjoyed at a 
lake. 

Nichola Druce, V B. 

A PEN PAL 

Having a pen pal is a very nice thing. You can 
ask her what her hobbies are, what sort of a 
climate she lives in and many other interesting 
things. My pen pal lives in Japan. Her name is 

Qrw.m'l.-,. IV.I.-111 >i,l oil a litroc i,, ., o,.l.,,,.|, . ,)' 



things. My pei 
Sachiko Dekuna anc 
Tokyo called Fujisawa 
the ' 



she lives in a suburb of 
In winter she lives nea.i 



I okyo called fujisawa. In winter she lives near 
the sea shore and in summer she goes to the 
Japanese Alps. Uvv hobby is collecting stamps. She 
is in grade eight and is just learning to speak 
English. I receive a letter from her nearly every 
two months. It is sometimes in Japanese, but 
occasionally in quite good English. Someday I 
hope I shall be able to visit her in person. 

Frances Btjdden, Y B. 



PICTURE CREDIT 

■The Lighthouse", Tempera— Vicki Druce, IV B 



MY VISIT TO THE CITY 

My first visit to the city was an exciting and 
frightening one for me. I was told by my mother to 
phone my aunt on my arrival. After doing that and 
being told to walk to her house I started to cross 
the street. I was looking up at the skyscrapers when 
all of a sudden cars whizzed by me in every direc- 
tion, blowing their horns. Later I got lost. I 
walked up one street and down others, not knowing 
quite where I was going. Finally, exhausted and 
giving it all up, I went to a booth and phoned my 
aunt again. She had a taxi come to get me. On 
reaching my aunt's house, safe and sound, I 
resolved that never again would I travel alone. 
Katherixe MacCulloch, V B. 

COTTAGE RAIDS 

After all the lights are out. 
Someone peeks from where they lie, 
And says, "I think without a doubt 
Tonight's the night a raid we'll try." 

Around the rooms we pass the word. 
To <;irls just waiting for some fun, 
In sheets and shoes ourselves we gird. 
Waiting for the sign to run. 

We rush downstairs to scare the Stall', 
But what to our wondering eyes, 
We Hud the Staff have gone outside 
Waving and yelling good-byes. 

Someone says, "Let's lock the doors 
So they can't come in." 
We lock the doors and keep them out, 
Jul they start to make a din. 

Then we sit and tell some funny tales 
Until from laughter we turn red, 
And then we hear the downcast wail, 
"It is time to go to bed." 

We go off with the sadest looks 
Upon our little faces, 
But in our memories, of the night 
Before we still have traces. 



Janet Bukgoa 



NE, V B. 



KING'S H ALL, C M P T N 



THE OTTAWA NATIONAL MUSUEM 

In Ottawa there is a fairly large museum. In one 
part there is the National Art Gallery with beautiful 
paintings. In another part are insects and animals. 
One section is dedicated to the Indians. It shows 
their clothes, their way of travelling, and their 
weapons which are all very interesting. 

In the section containing animals, polar bears 
and huskies growling at each other are shown. Then 
there are a few beavers building a dam, also red 
foxes teaching their young to catch rabbits. In 
the bird section there is a big hawk over her nest, 
also some Canadian geese. All the things shown are 
most interesting. T think the museum is a wonderful 
place. 

Barbara Little, IV A. 

THE MORNING SUN 

Awakening just before the dreaded rising bell I 
glanced out the window to see the magnificent and 
splendid sight of the rising sun. It was so beautiful 
against the blue white-washed sky with its flimsy, 
scattered bits of clouds, pure and white! It looked 
as if the whole sky was afire, so red were the shining 
rays. And as it shone down on the fields of snow, 
they too turned to fire. Then as suddenly as it had 
come it died down and completely disappeared 
behind the fluffy pink clouds to wait for another 
morning to show off its brilliant beauty to the 
world below. 

Margaret Glen, V B. 



BATHSHEBA 

There are many beaches in the Barbados, some 
are very lonely and some are very crowded but 
the one that is just right is Bathsheba. This beach- 
is very long and very wide and there are a lot of 
mountains behind it. It lias a lot of Portuguese- 
men-of-war which are little creatures that arc 
washed up on the beach by the sea. They are pink, 
blue and purple and are very poisonous. 

There is the most gorgeous sunset there. It is 
like a rcdhot ball of flames sinking into the sea. 
Then at night the crickets come out and their 
chorus makes you fall asleep while the moon conies 
up like a big silver ball in the sky. 

Elaine Oliver, IV A. 

THE BEAUTY OF ALGONQUIN 

Paddling through the water on a quiet summer 
evening, one can see the true loveliness of Algon- 
quin, a national park in Ontario. Giant pines 
surround the lake sticking high up in the sky. 
Little breezes ruffle the water causing the canoe to 
rock and sway gently. Looming high up above the 
trees on a small mountain, the Ranger's tower 
appears like a ghostly form. Little streams and 
rivers wind their way through the Park. In 
Algonquin wildlife thrives. Young deer drink at 
the shore, not at all afraid of a person out paddling. 
In many places one can observe the remains of a 
beaver dam or house. The call of the North is 
always luring us forward to give us a chance to 
see the true beauty and loveliness of Algonquin. 

Janet Burgoyne, V B. 



A DAYLIGHT ROBBERY 

A few days ago, as I was looking out of my 
window in the early morning, I was startled to see 
a daylight robbery! An adorable baby squirrel had 
managed to get himself a small ear of corn. As he 
sat eating the kernels, a large grey squirrel appeared 
suddenly behind him and knocked the corn right 
out of the baby's paw and to the ground. The baby 
squirrel was rather startled, and looked as if he 
was wondering what kind of magic had caused the 
disappearance of his food. After a few minutes he 
realized it was useless to sulk about his loss, so he 
ran off to find more, which he hoped would not be 
stolen ! 

Diana Glass, V B. 



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Cxcfjangeg 



Leeds Girls' High School: Leeds, England. 

St. Andrew's College Review: St. Andrew a, Aurora, Ont. 

Edgehill Review: Edgehill School, Windsor, N.S. 

Ludemus: Havergal College, Toronto, Ont. i Toronto Ont 

Bishop Strachan School Magazine: Bishop Strachan School, 1 oronto, 

Lachute High School Annual: Lachute, P.Q. 

The Beaver Log: Miss Edgar's and Miss Cramp's School, Montreal, P.Q. 

The Tallow Dip: Netherwood, Rothesay, N.B. 

The Croftonian: Crofton House, Vancouver, B.C. 

The Branksome Slogan: Branksome Hall, Toronto, Ont. 

The Blue and White: Rothesay School, Rothesay, X.B. 

The Pibroch: Strathallen School, Hamilton, Ont. 

The Mitre: University of Bishop's College, LennoxvUle, P.Q. 

The Bishop's College School Magazine: Bishop's College School, Lennoxvule, 1 .Q. 

Technical Collegiate Institute: Saskatoon, Sask. 

Samara: Elmwood School, Ottawa, Ont. 

Intra Muros: St. Clement's School, Toronto, Ont. 

The Record: Trinity College School, Port Hope, Ont. 

The Ashburian: Ashbury College School, Ottawa, Ont. 

The Grove Chronicle: Lakefield, Ont. 

The Almaphalian: Alma College, St. Thomas, Ont. 

The Balmoral Hall Magazine: Balmoral Hall, Winnipeg, Man. 

The Chronicle: The Study, Montreal, P.Q- 

The Alibi: Albert College, Belleville, Ont. 

The Boar: Hillfield School, Hamilton, Ont. 

Trafalgar Echoes: Trafalgar School, Montreal, P.Q. 



THE LINE-UP! ! Guess who 




1. Went Visiting Last Nighl 

2. Thinks She's Got A Good Voice 
:',. Is ( Shewing ( lum 



t. Wants To Go On A Dicll?) 

5. lias A Birthday 

6. Is A Practical Joker 



Jennifer Giles 

and 
Susan Brainerd 



KING'S HALL, CO MPT ON 



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C. Angus, Hiichill Avenue, Hudson Heights, P.Q. 
J. Archer, 1450 Richelieu Rd., Richelieu Village P.Q 

E. Audet, 150 Vimy Avenue, Sherbrooke, P.Q. 

C. Ayers, 30(55 Ridgewood Ave., Apl . 504, Montreal 26, P.Q 
P. Ayre, "Wmterholme," 79 Pennies Mill Rd., St. John's Xrld 
B. Baker, 198 Dufferin Road, Hampstead, P.Q 

B. Barrett, Alexandra Place, ('.alt Out. 
P. Bayley, 9 Burton Road, Toronto 10, Ont. 
J. Beattie, "Ledard," Fort Chambly P.Q 
G. Bell, 90 Markland St., Hamilton, Ont. 

B. Bernier, Wendybrook Farms, Sweet sburg PQ 

F. Bieler, 2151 Brulant St., Sillerv, P.Q. 

D. Bignell, Lake Beauport, P.Q, ' 
J. Bignell, Lake Beauport, P.Q. 

E. Black, 11 First Street, Iberville, P.Q. 

C. Bower, 215 Park Blvd., Tuxedo, Winnipeg, Man. 
S. Brainerd, IS Richelieu Place, Montreal 25, P.Q. 

E. Brown, St. George's Rectory, Drummondville, P.Q. 

F. Budden, 238 C'lemow Avenue, Ottawa, Ont. 

J. Burgoyne, 59 Yates Street, St. Catharines, Ont. 

P. Butterficld, Palm Ridge, Pembroke, Bermuda. 

J. Byers, 18 Aberdeen Ave., Westmount, P.Q. 

L. Caridi, Calle 32 No. 43-74 Apartado dereo, Barranquilla S. A 

R. Caridi, Calle 32 No. 43-74 Apartado dereo, Barranquilla' S A 

L. Carter, 4885 Cote St. Luc, Westmount, P.Q. 

G. Castonguay, 202 Cloverdale Rd., Rockcliffe Park, 

Ottawa 2, Ont. 
R. Christensen, 1509 Sherbrooke St. W., Montreal, P.Q. 
J. Cochand, Chalet Cochand, St. Marguerite Station P.Q 
P. Cooney, 20(5 Sheraton Drive, Montreal West, P.Q. 

A. Connacher, 250 Dromore Ave., Winnipeg, Man. 

B. Cordeau, 408 Metcalfe Ave., Westmount, P.Q. 
J. Cordeau, 408 Metcalfe Ave., Westmount, P.Q. 
J. Corry, 44 Kensington Ave., Kingston, Ont. 

M. Cowie, 2 Maple Ave., Beauprc, P.Q. 

B. Cox, R.R. 1, Box 208, Hudson, P.Q. 

S. Cross, 38 Golf Avenue, Pointe Claire, P.Q. 

G. David, "Rob," Knowlton, P.Q. 

S. Dawes, 57 Belvedere Circle, Westmount, P.Q. 

G. de Kuyper, 591 Argyle Avenue, Westmount, P.Q. 

X. Druce, Glen Harbour, Magog, P.Q. 

V. Druce, Glen Harbour, Magog, P.Q. 

D. Duncanson, 244 Dunvegan Road, Toronto, Ont. 

H. Dupont, 766 Upper Lansdowne Ave., W T estmount B () 

S. Finch, P.O. Box 239, Clarkson, Ont. 

L. Fraser, Box 370, Baie Comeau, P.Q. 

S. Frost, 225 Cadillac Ave., Beaconsfield, P.Q. 

S. Fuller, R.R. 1, Gait, Ont. 

H. Gibb-Carsley, The Perthv, Main Rd., Como, P.Q. 

J. Giles, 229 Second St. E., Cornwall, Ont. 

D. Glass, Bishop's College School, Lennoxville, P.Q. 

N. Glass, Bishop's College School, Lennoxville, P.Q. 

M. Glen, 20122, Lakeshore Rd., Baie D'Urfee, P.Q. 

C. Gordon, 61 Chestnut Park, Toronto, Ont. 

D. Gordon, 61 Chestnut Park, Toronto, Ont. 
S. Gordon, 1, Fern Dell Drive, Elmira, N.Y. 
H. Grant, 17 Robie St., Halifax, Nova Scotia. 

E. Hampson, 16 Strathcona Drive, Town of Mt. Royal, P.Q. 
H. Hand, "Thru-the-hand," Pembroke, Bermuda. 

S. Hanson, 39 Park Avenue, Lennoxville, P.Q. 

A. Harrison, 1841 Rue St. Michel, Sillery, P.Q. 
S. Harshaw, 6 Hudson Avenue, Westmount, P.Q. 

H. Haslam, 28 Maple Avenue, Hamilton, New York. 

J. Hingston, 614 Victoria Ave., Westmount, P.Q. 

D. Hornig, R.R. 1, Bolton Centre, P.Q. 

D. Hornig, R.R. 1, Bolton Centre, P.Q. 

J. House, 19 Cobb Lane, Cornerbrook, Nfld. 

J. Howard, 342 Kenaston Ave., Town of Mt. Royal, P.Q. 

J. Hutchison, 142 Forest Hill Rd., Toronto 7, Ont. 

K. Kingston, 25 Forden Ave., Westmount, P.Q. 

D. Lambert, 6 Braeside Place, Westmount, P.Q. 

C. Lumiere, International Services, North Hatley, P.Q. 

B. Little, 266, MacLaren Street, Ottawa, Ont. 

C. Lyman, 3238 Cedar Avenue, Westmount, P.Q. 

J. MaeCulloch, "Oakwood," Box 283, Bedford, Nova Scotia. 
A. Macdonald, 28 Senneville Road, Senneville, P.Q. 



J. MacDougald, c/o Mrs. Laird, 20658 Lake Shore Rd., 

Baie d'Urfee, P.Q. 
G. Maelaren, "Fernwood," Francklyn St., Halifax, VS. 
S. Maelaren, 672 Roslvn Avenue, Westmount, P.Q. 

C. Massev, 74 Acacia Rd., Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa, Ont. 
S. McArthur, 1460 McGregor St., Montreal, P.Q. 

P. McLean, 27 Rosemont Avenue, Westmount, P.Q. 
S. McMaster, 3141 Daulac Rd., Montreal 6, P.Q. 
M. McMurrich, 340 James St. S., Hamilton, Ont. 
M. Meagher, 44 Aberdeen Ave., Westmount, P.Q. 

A. Miller, 4, Islesmere Gardens, Si. Dorothee, P.Q. 
M. Molson, Stanstead College, Stanstead, P.Q. 

S. Morris, 125 First St. E., Cornwall, Ont. 

V. Morris, 4438, Oxford Avenue, Montreal, 28, P.Q. 

B. Murray, 46 Academy St., Lennoxville, P.Q. 
L. Murray, c/o Price Bros. Co., Rimouski, P.Q. 

D. Newman, 3302 Cedar Ave., Westmount, P.Q. 

N. Nichol, 2191 Sunset Road, Town of Mt. Royal P.Q. 

V. Nichols, 1027, Prospect Ave., Calgary, Alberta. 

S. Xorcross, Rockcliffe Rd., R.P., Ottawa, Ont. 

K. Oliver, "Bencoolen," Lodge Hill, St. Michael, Barbados. 

F. Oughtrcd, 1 178 Coleraine Ave., Thetford Mines, P.Q. 

A. Palk, 107 Park Blvd., Tuxedo, Winnipeg, Man. 

J. Parsons, West Road, Little Oompton, R.I., U.S.A. 
J. Patton, 88 Church Hill, Westmount, P.Q. 
L. Peck, 575 Lansdowne Ave., Westmount, P.Q. 

B. Penhale, "Braeside," Thetford Mines, P.Q. 

R. Peverley, "Wildwood," St. Andrew's East, P.Q. 
S. Ponder, 222 Sheraton Drive, Montreal, P.Q. 

E. Price, Main Road, Como, P.Q. 

B. J. Punnett, Peniston Estate, Box 77, St. Vincent, B.W.I. 
J. Punnett, Peniston Estate, Box 77, St. Vincent, B.W.I. 
R. Punnett, Peniston Estate, Box 77, St. Vincent, B.W.I. 
D. Rankin, Lac Marois, County Terrebonne, P.Q. 
V. Rankin, Lac Marois, Countv Terrebonne, P.Q. 
K. Reed, 1620, Pine Avenue, Montreal, P.Q. 

A. Ritchie, 158 Warren Road, Toronto 7, Ont. 

B. Romano, Apartado 283, Barranquilla, Colombia, S.A. 

B. Ross, 80 Selkirk Avenue, Hudson, P.Q. 
S. Ross, 80 Selkirk Avenue, Hudson, P.Q. 

G. Rowan-Legg, 12 Fraser St., Halifax, N.S. 

C. Salmon, P.O. Box 164, Nassau, Bahamas. 
S. Salmond, 330, 43rd Ave., Lachine, P.Q. 

B. Savage, 4309 Montrose Ave., Montreal, P.Q. 

B. Shannon, 669 Belmont Ave., Westmount, P.Q. 
T. Sharp, 66 Forden Crescent, Westmount, P.Q. 
J. Simms, 32 Riverside, Grandmere, P.Q. 

A. Smith, "U Zompopero," Fa Calle y 36 Avenida Zona 1 1, 

Guatemala City, Guatemala, C.A. 

C. Sonne, 63 Balfour Ave., Town of Mt. Royal, P.Q. 

B. Starke, Box 55, Cap Chat, Co. Gaspe, P.Q. 

C. Stevens, 4006 Marlowe Ave., Montreal, P.Q. 

C. Stewart, 164 Lakeshore Rd., Pointe Claire, P.Q. 

D. Stewart, 164 Lakeshore Rd., Pointe Claire, P.Q. 
V. Stewart, 164 Lakeshore Rd., Pointe Claire, P.Q. 
P. Sturgeon, 70 Ennisclare Drive, Oakville, Ont. 

A. Taylor, 134 Dunvegan Rd., Toronto, Ont. 
S. Taylor, 134 Dunvegan Rd., Toronto, Ont. 

B. Taylor, 70 Downs St., Lennoxville, P.Q. 
J. Taylor, 70 Downs St., Lennoxville, P.Q. 
M. Thomson, 24 School St., Waterdown, Ont. 
P. Throsby, Lancaster, Ont. 

J. Troop, 291 Russel Hill Rd., Toronto, Ont. 

D. Trudeau, "Snowball Hill," Trudeau, New York. 

E. Vaughan, 35 Donwoods Drive, Toronto, Ont. 

M. Vickers, 3460 Simpson St., Apt. 306, Montreal, P.Q. 

J. Westwater, 14 Willow Ave., Westmount, P.Q. 

M. White, 480 Cloverdale Rd., Rockcliffe Pk., Ottawa Out 

S. White, 4265 Cavendish Blvd., Apt. 18, Montreal, P.Q. 

W. Whitehead, 3011 Cedar Ave., Montreal, P.Q. 

J. Wightman, 16 Campbell Ave., Montreal West, P.Q. 

D. Wilson, 71 Westgate, Winnipeg, Man. 

C. Wootton, 1389 Redpath Crescent, Montreal, P.Q. 
J. Wright, 708 Upper Roslyn Ave., Montreal, P.Q. 
P. Wright, 1 Mount Pleasant Court, St. John, N.B. 



5(1 



KING'S HALL, COMPTON 



MARRIAGES 

Rene Perraull to Fred Benn. 
Linda Wilson to David Tremble. 
Earriet Schneider to Marco M. S. Zubar. 
Barbara O'Halloran to Hush Bignell. 
Andrea Rutherford to John Burgess. 
Nancy Beattie to John Price. 
Diana Drew to J. P. Togneri. 
Claire Davidson to A. R. Lewis. 
Cynthia. Molsorj to Clive Baxter. 
Norma Wight to Robert Vessot. 

BIRTHS 

Mrs. C. Dennis (Marjorie McMaster) a son. 
Mrs. G. Grant (Joan Frewin) a son. 
Mrs. P. J. Irwin (Mary Reid) a son. 
Mrs. D. Lebaron (Robin Bocoek) a daughter. 
Mrs. J. J. Luby (Ann Bourget) a son. 
Mis. R. MacKay (Barbara Dawes) a son. 
Mrs. W. Mathewson (Mary-Fayre Tremain 
daughter. 



D. Creighton (Willa Ogilvie) a son. 
M. Lewis (Cynthia Hands) a son. 
J. Robertson (Barbara Shipman) a son. 
V. Summerlin (Valerie Myers) a 

B. Whittall (Susan Teakle) a daughter. 
Gregory (Ann Boright) a daughter. 
Hutehins (Patricia Orr) a daughter, 
ilsh (Susan Angus) a daughter. 
I. McKinnon (Joan Foster) a son. 
Henry (Jill Foster) a daughter. 
B. S. McKenzie (Joan MacKay) a son. 
an Seymour (Andrea Russell) a daughter. 
Ballantyric (Joan Williams) a son. 

ENGAGEMENTS 

Barbara Drummond to Jim Brodeur. 

Shirley Eakin to Ian Black. 
Mary-Jane Hutchison to Richard Schmitt. 
Gillian Bastian to Richard Harding. 
Mary Holt to Loyal Linton Reid. 



Mrs. D. 
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Mrs. R. 
Mrs. Wi 
Mrs. P. 
Mrs. R 
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Miss Gillard, King's Hall, Compton, P.Q. 

Mile O. Cailteux, King's Hall, Compton, P.Q. 

Miss M. Dexter, Milton, Queen's Co., X.S. 

Mrs. L. H. Doering, Chesterville, Ont. 

Miss C. Dostie, Scotstown, P.Q. 

Mrs. (i. \Y. Elliott, Box 73, Sawyerville, P.Q. 

Miss*!. Evans, Whittlewood Farm, Sawyerville, P.Q. 

Miss M. Fogo, King's Hall, Compton, P.Q. 

Miss D. C. M. Hewson, King's Hall, Compton, P.Q. 

Miss H. Jenkins, "Littlewood," Eveppoch P E I 

Miss M. V. Keith, Havelock, N.B. 

Miss (i. Keyzer, 71 Thomas Rd., Swampscott, Mass. (J.S.A 

Mme S. Landes, King's Hall, Compton, P.Q. 

Miss S. Limb, II Beeston Fields Drive, Beeston, 

Nottingham, U.K. 
Miss A. Macdonald, Port Hastings, X.S. 
Miss F. MacLennan, 3 Dalhousie St., Halifax X S 
Miss M. S. Morris, Box 332, Grimsby, Ont. 
Miss J. Prosser, 14 Gordon Si., Moncton, X.B. 
Miss J. S. Ramsay, 32!) George St., Fredericton, X.B 
The Rev. 1). Roberts, The Rectory, Compton, P.Q. 
Miss D. M. Roscoe, King's Hall, Compton P.Q 
Miss D. E. Wallace, Box II, Warden P ' 
Mrs. M. Welter, North Hat ley, P.Q. ' 
Mrs. E. Yarrill, Bishop's University, Lennoxville, P.Q. 




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